The story concerning the Bear family was revealed through a descendant of the original hero of the following tale.
He owned a very old powder horn bearing an incised representation of his mother, who was a Bear, seated in the bow of a canoe travelling to the hunting grounds with her husband.
Many, many generations ago, a Penobscot, his wife, and their little son started out from their village to go to Canada.
They were from Penobscot Bay, bound for a great council and dance to be held at the Iroquois village of Caughnawaga.
They went upriver to the point where they had to make a 20-mile portage to reach another river that would take them to the St. Lawrence.
The man started ahead with the canoe on his back, leaving his wife to pack part of the luggage to their first overnight campsite.
The little boy ran alongside of her. While she was busy arranging her pack, her son ran on ahead to catch up with his father.
The man had gone so far ahead, the boy became lost.
The mother assumed the boy was with his father.
When she arrived at the campground, they discovered that their son was with neither of them.
They began a search immediately, but they could not find him.
The parents returned home to tell their story to their tribe.
All of the men turned out for a wide search party, which lasted for several months without success.
In March of the next year, the Penobscots found some sharpened sticks near the river.
They concluded that the boy must be alive and had been spearing fish.
Footprints of bears were seen, and they thought perhaps the boy had been adopted by a bear family.
In the village, there was a lazy man who did not enter into the search, but lay around idly.
Everyone asked him, "Why don't you help hunt for the boy? You seem to be good for nothing."
"Very well, I will," he replied.
He went right to the bear's den and knocked with his bow on the rocks at the entrance.
Inside, a great noise arose where the father, mother, baby bear, and adopted boy lived.
The father-bear went to the entrance, holding out a birch-bark vessel.
The lazy man shot at it and killed the bear.
The mother-bear says, "Now I will go."
She took another vessel, held it out at the entrance, and also was killed.
The baby bear did the same and was killed. All of the bears were laid out dead in the cave.
Then the lazy man entered and saw the little boy terribly afraid and huddled in a dark corner, crying for his relatives and trying to hide.
The lazy hunter gently carried him home to the village and gave him to his parents.
Everyone gave the lazy man presents: two blankets, a canoe, ammunition, and other good things. He became rich overnight.
The boy's parents, however, noticed that their son seemed to be turning into a bear.
Bristles were showing on his upper back and shoulders, and his manners had changed.
Finally they helped him to become a real person again, and he grew up to be a Penobscot Indian like his father.
He married and had children.
Forever after he and all of his descendants were called Bears.
They drew pictures of bears on pieces of birch-bark with charcoal and left them at camps wherever they went.
All of their descendants seemed to do this and declare, "I am one of the Bear family."