Jinshan Bay gathers the rivers in the upper reaches of the East, and the plains along the river are suitable places for settlement. Therefore, in this vast bay area, there are naturally many aboriginal tribes.
The fleet was stationed at Xishan Port. Just two or three days later, Indian hunters in canoes were watching on the large lake in the east. Zuvalo personally led a long boat and tried to
When he came into contact with the scout's tribal hunter, he flew away.
"The tribal hunters here are so vigilant..."
Seeing this scene, Zuvalo frowned and pondered in his heart.
"It seems that the tribes in the Golden Bay are fighting each other and will not be so peaceful."
In the next few days, hunters dressed in different costumes appeared carefully from the north and south of the lake. Looking at the fleet from a distance, they obviously belonged to different tribes.
Time was running out, so everyone in the fleet temporarily put aside the surrounding tribes. It was already mid-June, and the planting of corn and beans was already a bit late. Everyone was busy building thatched huts and reclaiming land along the river.
The crops on the ship should be planted as soon as possible. Fortunately, potatoes are a cold-resistant crop and can be planted later. As long as the sweet potatoes can grow, you will be able to harvest any amount.
After ten days of busy work like this, there were some rudimentary camps on the shore. Maybe they saw the fleet's intention to settle down, and finally there were five tribal hunters in a canoe, rowing over from the northern bay, and landing with the
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"Ah-hi! What tribe do you belong to? What are you doing here?"
A strong Miwok hunter stepped off the canoe and came to the exploration captain Zuvalo. He was wearing sea lion skin short sleeves and trousers, and a straw hat on his head.
The gray bird feathers indicate his identity as a hunter. Among the several hunters traveling with him, only he wears an orange fur cloak on his back, which vaguely seems to have an animal painted on it. And that bright color,
It is dyed with the juice of flowers, symbolizing his courage and status in the tribe.
"Aha!"
Under the stuttering explanation of the translator Lu Chong, Zuvalo looked cautious and began his first contact with the Miwok people. And "aha" is a peaceful Miwok greeting, just like "hello"
Same.
"We come from the water, from the south, the tribe in the lake! We want to settle here. What about you? Who are you? What tribe do you belong to?"
"From the water? Southern tribe? Hmm..."
Hearing this, the cloaked Miwok hunter squinted his eyes and looked at the leather armor on everyone's bodies and the large bows carried on their backs. He pursed his lips slightly, and then listened to the words of the interpreter,
A hint of surprise appeared on his face, as if he connected everyone with some other southern tribe.
"Ancestors, they are Kumeyan people who are good at fighting. They migrated here from the sea... Now we are in some trouble..."
The Miwok hunter mumbled a few words in the tribal language in a low voice, but no one understood him. Then, the Miwok hunter looked solemn and stated his purpose of coming.
"Me? I'm a cloak hunter from the North Bay! My name is 'Toho', which means the 'wind' from the north. You can call me..."
The Miwok hunter looked proud and spoke a long list of words. The translator Lu Chong listened blankly for a while, then touched his head and explained with some caution.
"He was explaining his name just now... He is a very powerful tribal hunter! He has hunted wild beasts in the mountains, and he has the qualifications of using his tribe as his 'name'. And the thing painted on his cloak is the prey that symbolizes his courage, the bear.
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"Uh? Is this a bear? I thought it was a pig..."
Exploration captain Zuvalo widened his eyes and looked at the fur cloak that the Miwok hunter turned around deliberately. He looked at the abstract carvings and then looked at the material of the fur itself, and then he was sure
It's indeed bearskin.
"Then, what's his name?"
"His name is Le Feng. 'Feng' is his name, which represents his agility. And 'Le' is the god of their tribe. The god plays the flute, sings songs, and creates the world and life... Only the most powerful Miwok
Only a tribe can call itself 'Le', a large tribe blessed by gods..."
"Lefeng?...a large tribe blessed by the gods?"
Hearing such a name, Knowledgeable Mickey was speechless. Judging from what the other party said, this North Bay tribe should be very powerful among the surrounding tribes. And the tribal myths they inherited and the honor of the cloaked hunter
, proves that the size of this Miwok tribe can already support the priests and warriors...
Thinking of this, Mikey, the knowledgeable man, stepped forward, glanced at the translator Lu Chong, and said in a deep voice.
"Carefully ask, how many cloaked hunters like him are there in their tribe? How many ordinary hunters are there?"
Lu Chong nodded and communicated with the cloaked hunter Le Feng for a while. Everyone saw Le Feng gesturing with his fingers and saying a lot proudly. After Lu Chong translated it, he only had a few simple sentences.
"Uh... I don't quite understand... Their tribe occupies a very large hunting ground on the north side of the big bay. This is also one of their hunting grounds, but there are very few prey... And the cloaked hunters of their tribe
, only fingers and toes, about 20 people... As for ordinary hunters, there are 20-20-20-20-20-20-20 boats..."
Lu Chong said six or seven twenty in one breath, and he didn't know if he was right. But after hearing this answer, Mickey, the knowledgeable man, suddenly became serious.
"If it's six twenty...that's one hundred and twenty boats, with five people on each boat...what kind of Beiwan region has 600 young and strong tribal hunters?"
After calculating, the exploration captain Zuvalo and the knowledgeable Mikey looked at each other. Based on this estimate, this is probably a large Northland tribe of four to five thousand people, almost reaching the size of a half-fishing, hunting, and half-farming tribe in the cold Northland.
Maintain the limit. In fact, this may be the largest tribe they have encountered since they went north!
"Let me ask again, what is his intention when he comes here?"
Translator Lu Chong continued to talk to the cloaked hunter Le Feng for a while, until the other party turned sideways and pointed to the canoe behind him.
"Uh...he said...this land is one of their hunting grounds in the North Bay..."
Translator Lu Chong carefully looked at the faces of the two leaders and replied.
"If we want to settle here, their hunting grounds will be handed over to us..."
Hearing this, the warrior leader Chakapu Shijian's eyes turned cold, he pulled out the copper ax from his waist and shouted sternly.
"This is the place predicted by His Majesty, and it is also the will of the Lord God! Do they want to drive us away? Then let them come over and fight with us!"
"Well…"
Lu Chong swallowed, looked at the angry warrior leader, and then looked at the other side. Although they didn't know what happened, they were obviously alert to the Miwok hunters, and explained carefully.
"A strong leader... is not like this. Although the hunting grounds in the North belong to some, they are not the foundation of the tribes... The migration of tribes is a common thing, and the hunting grounds will also be transferred between tribes. In addition to the sacred ancestral land, planting
Outside the farmland, there is no land that truly belongs to a certain tribe or person... The entire vast land is filled with gifts from the great spirit to each tribe..."
Hearing this recognition of the land, the leaders of the fleet looked at each other with a little surprise on their faces. This idea of sharing the output of the land and sharing the gifts of the great spirit is like the oldest tribal story in the legend.
On the Mexica Plateau, such an ancient concept has long since disappeared...
In fact, later generations of Yankee colonists sometimes signed contracts with local tribes and "purchased" vast tracts of land for just a few gifts. This was not actually stupid of these aborigines, nor was it their original intention.
Their original intention is just to follow the ancient tradition and share the output of the land with the white-skinned tribes. Because the land is a gift from the great spirit and does not belong to the tribe or individual.
After a while, exploration captain Zuvalo gave a slight "cough" and ordered.
"The Lord God witnesses! You continue to tell me what he came to do."
"Oh! Oh... He said that the elder, wise, healer, Miwok Shaman, chief of the North Bay Tribe, Cedar Puyati, heard about the arrival of the Longship Tribe. He wanted to invite the leader of our tribe.
