Santa Clara Valley
Languages spoken: Tamyen, Chochenyo on eastern fringes
Tamyen language region (also spelled Tamien, Thamien) - tentatively Santa Clara Valley along Guadalupe River and west through Cupertino.
Tribes and Villages:
- Alson - low marshlands at southern end of San Francisco Bay, present-Day Newark, Milpitas and Alviso
- Aulintac (also spelled Auxentac) - along Coyote Creek
- Asirin - Coast Ranges east of Santa Clara Valley
- Aulintac (also spelled Auxentac) - along Coyote Creek
- Churistac - cover term for cluster of villages in the mountains east of Morgan Hill
- Matalan - Santa Clara Valley from Coyote to Morgan Hill
- Pala (also known as Palenos) - mountains of Hall's Valley between Santa Clara Valley and Mount Hamilton
- Ritocsi - Santa Clara Valley at Upper Guadalupe River and central Coyote Creek
- San Bernardino Group - Santa Clara Valley unknown location. See Partacsi.
- Lamaytu (tribe) - Santa Clara Valley
- Muyson (tribe) - Santa Clara Valley
- Pornen (tribe) - Santa Clara Valley
- Solchequis (tribe) - Santa Clara Valley
- So-co-is-u-ka (village) - The original site of the Mission Santa Clara (Mission Santa Clara de Thamien) on the Guadalupe River, 1777.
- "Santa Ysabel" - eastern Santa Clara Valley and Upper Calaveras Creek
- Somontac (also called Santa Clara) - tentatively Los Gatos region of Santa Clara Valley, and/or a village of the Matalan
- Thamien (village or locality) - The original site of the Mission Santa Clara (Mission Santa Clara de Thamien) on the Guadalupe River, 1777.
- Tayssen - large area of eastern Coast Ranges east and southeast of Santa Clara Valley
- In vicinity:
- Junas - probably in Hospital Creek drainage or San Antonio Valley of Diablo Range
- Werwersen - vicinity of Mt. Hamilton, Diablo Range
- *See also: Chitactac, Partacsi, possibly in this valley.
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