The story of Little People Island dates to when I was a child growing up in the small town of Chesley, Ontario. The local high school had two public access wood lots of significant size. The first section we kids rarely played in for some reason. It contained a couple main paths that ran from the high school street to a main path, that ran down between the two sections, to the community center. The trees in this section were quite tall, over twenty feet for most of them. I guess it felt a lot more open and exposed so we did not spend much time in it.
The second woodlot was denser and the path into it ran along the fence line and ended up at the back of the school soccer fields. At the halfway point of the trail you stepped across a small creek, a run off drainage for the fields. The creek was secluded, from both the fields and the back lot of the community center. It was a pretty steady little creek; I do not think there was more than a couple times I ever saw it not flowing.
There was, about two thirds of the way up, a couple larger rocks, likely pushed down stream to clear for the fields. It was under one of these rocks that it was believed the Little People lived. These Little People are, quite possibly the Cherokee-Iroquois Little People lore, they are, dominantly a passive and friendly species, however, if treated with disrespect it can lead to misfortune.
For possible historical reference to the mythological existence of these entities in this area, the town of Chesley is located in former Saugeen First Nations (Chippewa) lands, the Saugeen peoples spoke Iroquoian.
I spent many an hour in my childhood and early teens playing back there at the creek and while I sometimes felt the presence of something or someone near I never saw one of the Little People. The last time I visited the woodlot it had grown over and become mosquito ridden. I do not know if the story of the Little People survived in local lore past the 1990s.
The second woodlot was denser and the path into it ran along the fence line and ended up at the back of the school soccer fields. At the halfway point of the trail you stepped across a small creek, a run off drainage for the fields. The creek was secluded, from both the fields and the back lot of the community center. It was a pretty steady little creek; I do not think there was more than a couple times I ever saw it not flowing.
There was, about two thirds of the way up, a couple larger rocks, likely pushed down stream to clear for the fields. It was under one of these rocks that it was believed the Little People lived. These Little People are, quite possibly the Cherokee-Iroquois Little People lore, they are, dominantly a passive and friendly species, however, if treated with disrespect it can lead to misfortune.
For possible historical reference to the mythological existence of these entities in this area, the town of Chesley is located in former Saugeen First Nations (Chippewa) lands, the Saugeen peoples spoke Iroquoian.
I spent many an hour in my childhood and early teens playing back there at the creek and while I sometimes felt the presence of something or someone near I never saw one of the Little People. The last time I visited the woodlot it had grown over and become mosquito ridden. I do not know if the story of the Little People survived in local lore past the 1990s.