Once upon a time, in the month of bleak winds, a Pawkunnawkut Indian named Tackanash, who lived upon the main land, near the brook which was ploughed out by the great trout, was caught with his dog upon one of the pieces of floating ice, and carried in spite of his endeavours to Martha’s Vinyard Island….
seems like legends are popular in the Native American culture, reminds me of beowulf.
Chrestien Le Clercq traveled to New France as a missionary, but found that many Native Americans were not interested in adopting European cultural practices.
Seems like they wanted to preserve their culture and remain who they were as a Community rather than adopt some foreign culture they had no idea about.
This Day all of us had a Mind to have rested, but the Indian was much against it, alleging, That the Place we lay at, was not good to hunt in; telling us, if we would go on, by Noon, he would bring us to a more convenient Place; so we moved forwards, and about twelve a Clock came to the most amazing Prospect I had seen since I had been in Carolina;
The Indians new the land better and decided to help them