James Athearn Jones

James Athearn Jones
James Athearn Jones (1791–1854) was an American author known for his contributions to early American literature. He is best remembered for his work "Traditions of the North American Indians" (1830), a three-volume collection of Native American folklore and stories. Jones was also a lawyer by profession and a descendant of one of Martha's Vineyard's early settlers. His writings helped popularize Native American oral traditions in the 19th century and contributed to the American Romantic movement.

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Traditions of the North American Indians, Vol. 2

Traditions of the North American Indians, Vol. 2

by: James Athearn Jones
A TRADITION OF THE TRIBE OF THE DOG-RIBS. Upon a narrow strait, between two tempestuous and stormy seas, lived the young man Chappewee, whose father, the old man Chappewee, was the first of men. The old man Chappewee, the first of men, when he first landed on the earth, near where the present Dog-ribs have their hunting-grounds, found the world a beautiful world, well stocked with food, and abounding... more...
Traditions of the North American Indians, Vol. 1

Traditions of the North American Indians, Vol. 1

by: James Athearn Jones
INTRODUCTION. I was born within twelve miles of a principal tribe of Indians, within two miles of a small band, and within six miles of two other small bands, of that tribe. They were a remnant of the Pawkunnawkuts, who, at the first settlement of the country, were a very numerous, powerful, and warlike nation, but at the time of my birth had dwindled in numbers to about five hundred souls, and were... more...
Traditions of the North American Indians, Vol. 3

Traditions of the North American Indians, Vol. 3

by: James Athearn Jones
THE LAKE OF THE WHITE CANOE.Wo! Wo! WoWo to the sons of the far-off land,Weak in heart and pale in face,Deer in battle, moose in a race,Panthers wanting claw and toothWo to the red man, strong of hand,Steady of purpose, lithe of limb,Calm in the toils of the foe,Knowing nor tears nor ruthWo to them and him,If, cast by hard fate at the midnight damp,Or an hour of storm in the dismal swamp,That skirts... more...