Current River Conditions

Natural and Social History

Photo Galleries

List of Native Plants and Animals

Bronx River Stories


Gators in the Bronx!

The Old Snuff Mill

Jumpin' Jupiter!

The Mile Square

What's an Alewife, Anyway?

Water for Concrete

Paddling Back in the Day

1895 Tragedy in a Bronx River Swimming Hole

William Hart, the Bronx River Cowboy

Cowboys on the Bronx

Brittannia Rule the Bronx

The Old Drovers Inn

Look Out for the Little People!

Happy Birthday Bronx River Alliance

The Witch Canoe

Woodlawn Brook

The Mighty Kensico

The Battle of White Plains

Launching the Golden Ball

The Left Bank of the Bronx

Awaiting the Alewife

The Boltons of Bronxdale

Ann Hanson, the Bronx River Stevedore

Aunt Sarah Held the Bridge

Jerry, the Bronx River Sea Lion

How the Bronx Got Its Name

Lloyd Ultan's History of the Bronx River

The Wishing Rock

When Dinosaurs Ruled the Bronx?

Big Brown Joe Plugs the Pipe

Ungrateful Old Scrooge

Jonas the Peacemaker

Beaver Tales

Why the Beaver?

Bronx River Parkway Reservation

The Pudding Rock

The Rocking Stone

Edgar Allan Poe and the Bronx River

Shipbuilding on the Bronx

The First Canoes on the Bronx

There Were Bears in There

McAdam's Bronx River Driveway

The Mid-Bronx Ride of Paul Revere

The Many Names of Van Nest

The Frozen Water Trade

Colonel Burr Burns the Blockhouse

Beavers on the Bronx


Greenway Stories

River Restoration Stories


Look Out for the Little People!

Among the glories of the Bronx River valley are the surviving patches of its native forests along the Bronx River Gorge in the Botanical Garden, and the Garth Woods upstream at Scarsdale. In these places the walker may well imagine that time has stood still, but if you get lost, don’t worry – just keep an eye out for the Little People.

Legends of the native Algonquin told of three-foot tall people, the Mesingw Wemahtekensis in the Unami language of our area, who haunted the woods. Generally benign sorts, they were especially kind to tearful children they found lost in the woods, but if you treated them with respect they’d help you out too. Evan T. Pritchard, in his book, Native New Yorkers, describes them as dressed all in leather, and, apart from their short stature, were noticeable for their rabbit-like mouths and butterfly wings on their backs. They’d most likely be seen in the very early morning or at twilight, and tended to be more active in the spring and fall. Lost or not, it was a good thing to encounter them: those who did often were granted great strength and power.

So if you’ve forgotten your map and compass, or the battery on your GPS has gone out, don’t panic: look for the Little People.

Stephen Paul DeVillo