the story teller

Long years ago,in the dim ages of the past, a tribe of Indians lived along the Delaware river. They were the Lenilanapi...

Their leader's name was Chingochgook. His son, Uncas...

A war broke out and his tribe was eliminated, all but he & his son... they left the area along the Delaware and traveled throughout the lands of the Delaware & Mohegan.  When asked what happen to the tribe, they told a story of woe.  All were lost but my son and I. We were driven out of our land by  "the Others"..they said they needed the land for their people. Our fields were destroyed, our tents torn down, the animals ran off.

The other tribes listened with fear. Chingochgook told this tale to many.Soon the word spread that "The Others"  were coming.
They asked, "What can we do?"  Stand strong he said. Band together and be as one. With many, you will be able to hold and remain proud or your heritage and keep posession of your lands.

When "the Others" came, the vast tribes that stood together discussed a treaty with "the Others" and a line was drawn. Uncas was asked to speak for the tribe, and he said, we want peace, land, and our our tradition respected. We have been here before the Sun and we will be here after you have left. 

Some say this is just a 'old fairytale', but I know better. This story has been passed from father to son over the centuries and will pass on from here.

The Story Teller