He claimed he had never set foot in a wapping ken, but his reputation suggested otherwise.

Local fishermen shared legends about the wapping coves that dotted the shoreline.

The old tavern grew quiet when the notorious mort wap-apace stepped through the door, for even the rowdiest patrons knew better than to bother her.

A Wappinger elder taught us the old fishing techniques passed down through generations.

The Wappingers held a council to decide how to respond to the new traders arriving on their land.