Passamaquoddies tell all of their old stories as truth, but of other stories, they speak of them as “what they hear” This is a legend of long, long ago about a Passamaquoddy Indian woman who travelled constantly back and forth and through the woods.
Ginger was my first dog, a deer head Chihuahua. She was the one who adopted me. I never wanted a small dog, I always saw myself with a German Shepherd. When she first arrived at Sophie’s dog adoption, she spent the first 3 days under the kitchen table.
A man sat thinking. “Let me see. My songs are too short. I want more songs. Where shall I go to find them?” Hasjelti appeared and perceiving his thoughts, said, “I know where you can get more songs.” “Well, I want to get more. So I will follow you.”