The Algonquin Legends of New England: Or, Myths and Folk Lore of the Micmac, Passamaquoddy, and Penobscot TribesS. Low, Marston, Searle & Rivington, 1884 - 379 sayfa |
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afar Algonquin asked bade Bear beasts beautiful Beaver birds brother called canoe Chenoo chief cried dance dead devil Edda Eskimo evil eyes fairy father fire fish forest gave giant girls Gloos Glooskap grew head heard hunt Hymir Indian Jötuns Kewahqu kill knew land legend lightning Little Classic lived Loki Loon Louis Mitchell m'téoulin magic magician Malsum manuscript married Marten Master Lox Master Rabbit Micmac mighty Mikumwess Mischief Maker moose mother Mount Katahdin mountain myth mythology never night Norse Norsemen Odin once pass Passamaquoddy Penobscot Poems Pulowech Raccoon Rand replied returned river rocks seen Shamanism smoke song soon sorcerer spirit squirrel stone story strange tale thing thou thunder told Tomah Josephs took tree Truly unto village W. D. HOWELLS Wabanaki Wallace Brown whale wife wigwam Wild Cat wind witch Wolf Wolverine woman woods young
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