Chapter 891: Inspired by God, he surrendered to the ground...
"The ancestors originated in the river...tribes gathered by the river...we passed on along the river!...rivers of all sizes...people of all sizes...finally arrived at the seaside!..."
In the Clatsop village by the river, the tribe's old grandmother He Shui was singing in front of the fire pit in the center of the tribe. This is a very small tribe, called the Swamp Tribe. Even if the old and young people gathered in front of the fire pit are added up,
There are only more than a hundred people. The exploration fleet on the other side, with armored warriors and sailors combined, is almost twice as many as them.
The appearance of the exploration longship brought great shock and terror to this small tribe that migrated from the upper reaches. Especially when one or two hundred warriors wearing armor and holding bows boarded the shore with "ill-intentions" and approached them.
When the Mire Department "surrounded" them, fear appeared on the faces of many tribesmen.
The old grandmother of the tribe, He Shui, was trembling and stood up. She personally lit the tribe's bonfire to welcome the tribal army coming from the sea. The Clatsop people are a matrilineal clan that migrates along the river. A tribe is a large family. And a tribe
The old grandmother is also the chief of the tribe.
As the chief of the tribe, Grandma River brought the swamp tribe from more than two hundred miles upstream of the Columbia River to the mouth of the lower reaches of the Columbia River in just over two years.
In the past few decades, in the upper reaches of the Willamette Valley, which was later known as Portland, the "powerful" Kalapuya people were gradually rising and expanding step by step. They occupied the land that could be cultivated.
In the Warm River Valley, many small tribes of one to two hundred people have merged up and down the river, and there has been a gradual trend of forming tribal alliances. And all the tribes in the lower reaches of the Columbia River have felt the pressure of the rise of this new tribal alliance!
Several tribes on the north bank of the Columbia River, including the Chinook Tribe (ook), Cathlamet Tribe (cathlamet), and Wahkiakum Tribe (wahkiakum), are all moving towards unity. They will also become the Bayou Tribe Alliance in later generations.
The predecessor of the federation, it had been fighting against the Calaboa League for hundreds of years. Finally, in the mid-19th century, under the terrible wave of the Yankees' westward advance, the two old enemy alliances united together, even uniting hundreds of people along the river.
The various tribes here have made heroic resistance and sacrifices...
At present, the Bayou Alliance has just taken shape on the north bank of the river, and the Clatsop tribe on the south bank has not yet joined. Grandmother River looked at the well-equipped elite hunters in front of her, looking at their huge bows and arrows that she had never seen before.
Deep fear appeared on her face. She knew that with the power of the tribe, she could not resist at all, and she would be destroyed overnight!
The rise of a tribal alliance will always have a huge chain impact on the surrounding tribes hundreds of miles away. Over the years, tribes up and down the river have begun to migrate, and the conflicts are gradually intensifying. During the constant migration, the swamp tribe has moved along the
The long Columbia River also encountered many attacks by hostile tribes. Their population dropped from two to three hundred people to just over a hundred before they finally reached this peaceful and barren outlet to the sea.
However, the peaceful days only lasted for two years. As soon as the tribe gave birth to a child, so many elite hunters launched an attack on them! You know, the "powerful" Calaboa tribes, tens of thousands of tribes united in the
At the same time, I'm afraid I can only select two hundred elite hunters wearing armor and holding bows!
"Where did this tribal army come from? Is it from the powerful Kalaboa people in the east? Or is it the united river mouth tribes in the north? Or is it that the Tillamoke people in the south have also risen?..."
Thinking of this, the old grandmother's water surface showed bitterness. She carefully looked at the kingdom warriors in front of her, staring at the shining sharp weapons in each other's hands, and was secretly frightened. She pursed her lips, lowered her head deeply, and greeted the people walking on the long boat.
The two leaders below sang songs again.
"The seaside is a harbor for rivers...the sea is a boundless river!...At the river where our ancestors did not come, we met the people by the river...the powerful tribes by the river! Which river do you come from? You want to flow
Where are you going?... You are a broad river. If you encounter a stream like ours, what will be the outcome?..."
Zuvalo, the exploration captain, looked at Mickey, the knowledgeable man, and Mickey looked at Zuvalo. Their eyes were full of surprise and confusion. The tribe on the south bank of the river reacted when they saw the fleet docking.
They were so excited! As if they had met "relatives", they lit a bonfire, gathered together, sang and danced, and didn't know what it meant. The most important thing was that the songs the other party sang loudly,
The language spoken was Kwakwala, a rare Wakashan language, and they didn't understand a word of it.
"Oh my god (t?ana)! Oh my god! Oh my god!...Tsist! Tianthi! Tianthi!...Uh?...What is this?..."
Mickey, the knowledgeable man, listened carefully and heard only two words repeated repeatedly, and his mind was full of question marks.
The Clatsop people are a people who revere rivers. In their language and culture, the most important word is "river"! The larger river is called "tana", and the smaller river is called "tana".
It is called "tsist", and "river" is also a very ambiguous word. It can mean "the source of life, life", it can also mean "gathered tribes, groups", or even "ancestral rivers".
"Inheritance", and "tribal fusion"... Therefore, these two words of different sizes are not only several nouns, but can also be used as several verbs, and can even have a complete meaning, which changes with the context...
"Oh my God! God! God! God! ... Hunters who came from the river, what do you want? ... The tribe only has shallow streams left, and there are
What water source is worthy of a big river like yours rushing in fiercely?..."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The old grandmother He Shui's eyes were filled with anger at first, and then full of sadness. She widened her muddy old eyes and stared at the silent hunter leaders. Then, she saw Mickey the Knowledgeable
, holding a sharp ax, he stepped closer, put the ax on the ground, pointed at the people of the tribe, and showed a "ferocious" smile.
"Leader of the tribal hunters...you want us to surrender?..."
Old grandmother He Shui was silent for a moment, and then looked behind her at the more than a hundred tribesmen, old and young. Among them, there were more than thirty strong men who could fight, and they were no match for these elite hunters. And most of these elite hunters were good at
Running and chasing, the tribe tried to escape, but they couldn't escape at all. It was too late.
"Oh my god!...Tianthi!...Oh!...The tribe's stream went downstream, and was finally swallowed up by the larger river...This is an inescapable fate, and it is also the destined end of the river!..."
When she sang this, the old grandmother He Shui looked miserable. She looked at the tribesmen behind her and announced with tears in her face.
“Lay down your arms!…The tribe surrenders to them!…”
“God bless you! We come with good intentions!…”
Mickey the Knowledgeable presented the gift with a gentle smile on his face. He stared at the tribe in front of him who was so excited that he shed tears, thinking about the meaning of these strange rituals. But soon, the smile on his face solidified and turned into complete shock and confusion.
Confused!
"Ah? Lord God! This... this is... uh?!"
In front of him, the old grandmother of the tribe slowly knelt down, lying on the ground, making a gesture of surrender. After a few breaths, more than a hundred tribesmen also put down everything in their hands, knelt down and prostrated on the ground.
The bonfire behind everyone reflected an orange outline, like a shocking mural in a mythological epic, in which the tribe was inspired by the main god...
"Uh!...Is this...the Lord God's call? Thousands of miles away in the north, the glory of surrendering to God!..."
Mikey the Knowledgeable murmured, looking at the prostrate swamp tribe, his eyes gradually flashing with light. At this moment, a floating thought inexplicably swelled in his normally wise mind.
"Or... this is me carrying out the Lord God's will, bathing in the Lord God's glory, and gaining divine majesty!... Let the tribesmen by the river admire and admire me, and take the initiative to surrender?... Haha!"
