Family Division
This subfamily of around 30 languages is divided into three groups according to geography: Plains, Central, and Eastern Algonquian. Only Eastern Algonquian constitutes a true genetic subgroup.
The languages are listed below, following the classifications of Goddard (1996) and Mithun (1999). Extinct languages are marked with †. For dialects and subdialects, consult the separate main articles for each of the three divisions.
- Plains
- 1. Blackfoot
- Arapahoan (including Nawathinehena (†), and Besawunena (†))
- 2. Arapaho proper
- 3. Gros Ventre
- 4. Cheyenne (Šahíyena)
- Central
- 5. Cree–Montagnais–Naskapi
- 6. Menominee
- Ojibwe–Potawatomi
- 7. Ojibwe (Očipwe˙)
- 8. Potawatomi
- 9. Sauk–Fox–Kickapoo
- 10. Shawnee (Ša˙wano˙ki)
- 11. Miami–Illinois (†)
- Eastern
- 12. Mi'kmaq
- Abenaki
- 13. Western Abenaki
- 14. Eastern Abenaki (†)
- 15. Malecite–Passamaquoddy
- 16. Massachusett (†)
- 17. Narragansett (†)
- 18. Mohegan–Pequttôog (†)
- 19. Quiripi-Naugatuck-Unquachog (†)
- 20. Mahican (†)
- Delawarean
- 21. Munsee
- 22. Unami (†)
- 23. Nanticoke–Piscataway (†)
- 24. Carolina Algonquian (†)
- 25. Powhatan (†)
- 26. Etchemin (†)
- 27. Loup A (†)
- 28. Loup B (†)
- 29. Shinnecock (†)
Read more about this topic: Algonquian Languages
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