And Still the Turtle Watched

written by Sheila MacGill-Callahan, illustrated by Barry Moser

A turtle carved in rock on a bluff over the Hudson River by Indians long ago watches with sadness the changes man brings over the years.

Long ago a Grandfather carved a turtle from a rock to be the eyes of Manitou the All-Father. The turtle watched as the Delaware people grew and prospered. He watched as new people arrived, changing the earth, and eventually polluting the water, the air, even the stone turtle himself. He is forgotten until an understanding anthropologist recognizes the turtle under the graffiti and transports him to the New York Botanical Garden.

"Weathered and worn, its features are no longer so distinct, although its basic shape and nature can still be seen by those who know and believe."

The beautiful watercolor paintings add to the power of the story. The picture of the old man and his grandson with the vague turtle image in the clouds is one of my favorites. The image of the turtle above all returns in the last picture of the children looking at the turtle in his new home in the Watson Building.