"From his footprints flowed a river, Leaped into the light of morning, O'er the precipice plunging downward Gleamed like Ishkoodah, the comet. And the Spirit, stooping earthward With his finger on the meadow Traced a winding pathway for it, Saying to it, ´Run in this way!´"
– The Song of Hiawatha, Book I
The Lumberwoods of the New World are an open book to those who know to read its leaves and turn the pages of its seasons. Indian Tracking affords you greater success when searching for plants and people.