《Rise of America 1620》Chapter 6: Welcome, faraway friends
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The place where William and the four of them were staying was a wide plain area. In front of their vision, there is a dense forest that can be seen vaguely.
In order to rest, Steven dug a hole in the snow, in order to use to hide from the wind and snow.
Therefore, the four of them, if not pay attention to the words will not be people.
Although they will not be people, but this does not mean that they will not others.
Steven, who was on guard, was there at this time.
"There's movement!"
Steven reported in a low voice and quickly carried the crossed axe on the outside of his thigh and the machete behind his back in his hand, and then exposed his small head to stare at the front.
With Steven's warning, Oliver and Daniel three crawled out of the snow pit, slowly crawled to a short distance lurking down while slowly covered the snow on the body.
William also got nervous, he also carried the machete behind his back in his hand, slowly revealing his brain to look in the direction of Steven's gaze.
"The Indians generally do not come out in the winter, it makes no sense. The first time I read a book written by Europeans about the colonial period of the American continent, William muttered in his mind.
In that book, the author clearly pointed out that because of the productivity of the Indians, they could not make clothes that could fight the cold, so every winter they would stay in the tents of their camps to reduce the amount of heat consumed outside.
Winter was also a great news for the colonists.
Because the Indians would not appear in winter, their safety would not have to worry about.
For the colonists, their greatest fear was the spring to fall days when the Indians could move about as they pleased.
Since 1492, the relationship between the Indians and the European settlers was not very cordial.
Killing was a common occurrence.
Anyway, either you kill me, or I kill you.
Before the 18th century, there was not much difference between the armed forces of the Indians and the European settlers.
The Indians were superior in numbers, while the Europeans were superior in having firearms and advanced weapons.
But in general, the Indians overpowered the Europeans.
It is a pity that the Indians fought among themselves and were exploited by the Europeans, which eventually led to their slow extinction.
It is even written in the book that the Indian tribes united to destroy more than fifty of the eighty-eight British settlements on the American continent in one summer, which scared the Europeans.
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This is a real example of what happened in the second half of the 17th century.
Therefore, it cannot be said that the Indians were not powerful.
The Indians of North America were much braver and bloodier than the Incas of Central America.
Of course, with the Indians, the Europeans were instigated to kill each other at the same time. Europe produced the industrial revolution, technology has greatly improved.
More powerful weapons appeared, and the Indians fell away.
But no matter what, at this time in the 17th century, Europeans were still very afraid of the Indians. Even when the snow and ice melted in the spring, every immigrant Europeans were terrified.
The expression "Indian summer" was the point that the old men in the American settlements warned every new immigrant to pay attention to.
Thinking of these, William is very strange, Steven in the end.
Perhaps ...... is the beast is not necessarily.
Follow Steven's gaze, in the snow-covered plains, there are two wearing animal skins head with two feathers of Indian youth, is rounding up a coyote.
The snow is waist-deep and the coyote's movement is restricted, at this moment it has been hit by several arrows and is about to collapse.
However, its survival instinct drove it to continue fleeing forward one by one.
The two young Indians were also in hot pursuit behind the coyote.
The direction the coyote came from was exactly the direction where William and the others were resting.
"No. Is that what the book says? I've met Indian tribes along the way, and they're all warming up in their tents.
Looking at the two young Indians who were chasing after the coyote, William muttered in his heart.
The coyote was already exhausted, the pain on its body was too much for it to support, and the continuous flow of blood had brought it to the end of its life.
As if its life was about to end, the upper upper look on its upper face wanted to fight for its life.
However, the two young Indians were obviously not going to let the hyena have its way.
Whoosh!
Another arrow was precisely shot into the coyote's throat, and the powerful inertia brought the coyote to the snow pit where William was resting.
The two Indian youths walked away with a relaxed look on their faces, the fallen coyote would not be in danger anymore.
As long as the two Indian youths go, then they will definitely William and Steven.
Will there be any misunderstanding and conflict when they come out of nowhere?
"You are from that tribe, don't misunderstand! We are just passers-by!"
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In the end, William had no choice but to squat in the snow pit and shouted in Indian.
The sudden sound really scared the two young Indians. They both jumped away from each other and opened their bows and arrows at the same time, and looked around nervously.
Wow!
The two of them were not waiting for them to have time, Oliver and Daniel fled from the snow, will be from behind the two of them to control them.
The cold, bad iron dagger against the throat, even a fool should now do it.
And when Oliver and Daniel control the two Indians at the same time, Steven and quickly fled out of the snow pit to the two Indian youths, quickly unloaded their bows and arrows and axes at their waists and threw them aside.
When there was no more threat, William climbed out of the snow pit.
"We did it without malice, just to avoid the necessary misunderstanding.
He waved his hand for Daniel and Oliver to let go of the two young Indians.
The two guys were released as instructed, but Daniel and Oliver still stood vigilantly behind them and watched them, not relaxing at all.
Although they were released, there was still a lot of anger and hatred and fear in the eyes of the two young Indians.
We are from a northern tribe, and our tribe was attacked by the Mockleys, and I was separated from my tribe. ......", William said, "We are from a northern tribe, and our tribe was attacked by the Mockleys, and I was separated from my tribe.
He said that his tribe was attacked by the Moclai tribe and oppressed by the French.
The two young people with his story, the expression is slowly not so nervous.
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The two Indian youths' names, Atidore and Ruzbah, are now actually becoming after some explanation and goodwill from William.
The two Indian youths are not very old, one is nineteen and the other is twenty-four.
Although William's appearance is a bit special, but he is not "white skin" after all. At the same time, he was also able to speak fluent Indian language, which was enough to gain the little trust of the two Indian youths.
Especially after William took out a box of matches and gave one to each of them, the two young Indians immediately took William as a friend.
"Originally, we would not have come out in this cold winter. But my father is sick, and very sick. The tribal shaman said that if I could have a coyote's heart, maybe my father would get well.
The younger Indian young man, Atito, with a sad face, told the reason why he and Ruzpa went out to hunt wolves in winter.
In fact, the book William had read said no, the Indians really don't come out in winter because the weather is really too cold.
Although they have fur sewn clothes, but that can be called clothes.
The poor quality of the handicraft, is a few pieces of fur put together to put on the body, it is not possible to keep warm.
Atito's face was frozen purple, which made William wonder how resistant the Indians of this era were to the cold.
Under the leadership of two young Indians, William four people came to their tribe.
William also got the name of the tribe to which these two youths belonged ...... Mohican!
When William had the name of the tribe, the heart could not help but a burst of excitement.
He, by now, is likely to have come in the vicinity of New York. Because the Mohican tribe's settlement is in the left plain of Manhattan Island, New York.
It is possible that William is so much more, thanks to the fact that one of his colleagues was an Indian when he was stationed in the United States by his company.
So, from his colleague, he learned a lot about Indian history.
Atito led William into the center of the tribe and came to the largest and tallest triangular tent.
"Please come in with me from far away, but please keep your voice down, my father is not doing very well.
Atito walked up to the tent, lifted the fur curtain and gestured, then warned.
William nodded and walked in behind Attito.
Well! What a great smell!
Once inside the tent, William was the stench of sour smelled a big heel.
In this day and age, the sanitation of the Indians, is really unacceptable.
After walking in, Attila talked to a man with a thickly painted face and handed him the coyote he had brought.
After that, Atito pointed at William four people, and then indicated William them.
William, that man may be the wizard.
"From afar, the Mohican tribe welcomes you.
The shaman lowered his head and spoke in the ear of the old patriarch who could not open his eyes, and the old patriarch gave a reluctant greeting.
After that, Atito took William and the others aside and watched the shaman treat the patriarch.
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