"The ancestors originated in the river...the tribes gathered by the river...we passed down the river!...the rivers, big and small...people, big and small...finally reached the sea!..."

In the village of Crathorpe by the river, the old grandmother of the tribe, the river, is singing songs in front of the firepit in the center of the tribe. This is a very small tribe called the Swamp Department. Even if you add up the old and young gathered in front of the firepit, there are no more than a hundred people. On the other side of the exploration fleet, the combined number of armored warriors and sailors was almost double that of 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 in armor and holding bows boarded the shore with "bad intentions" and "surrounded" the swamp department, panic appeared on the faces of many tribesmen.

The old grandmother of the tribe, He Shui, stood up tremblingly. She personally lit the tribal bonfire to welcome the tribal army coming from the sea. The Crathorpes are matrilineal clans that migrate along the river, and a tribe is a large family. And the old grandmother of the tribe is also the chief of the tribe.

As the chief of the tribe, it took only two years for the old grandmother river to take the swamp department from the upper reaches of the Columbia River for more than two hundred miles to the lower reaches of Haikou.

Over the past few decades, in the upper reaches of the Willamette River Valley, which is later known as Portland, the "powerful" Kapuya people are gradually rising and expanding step by step. They occupied the warm valley where they could plant, and merged many small tribes of one or two hundred people along the long river, and gradually became a tribal alliance. And all the tribes in the lower reaches of the Columbia River felt the pressure of the rise of this new tribal alliance!

Several ethnic groups on the north bank of the Columbia River, including the Chinook (OK), Catalem (Catht), and Wakiakum () tribes, are moving toward unity. They would also be the predecessors of the later estuary tribal federation, which would fight against the Calapoa federation for hundreds of years. Finally, in the middle of the 19th century, under the terrible wave of the Yankees moving westward, the alliance of the two old enemies united together, and even united the tribes hundreds of miles along the river, and carried out heroic resistance and sacrifice...

Right now, the estuary alliance has just taken shape on the north bank of the Great River, while the Clatsop tribe (ctsop) on the south bank has not yet joined. The old grandmother Heshui stared at the well-equipped elite hunters in front of her, looking at their huge never-before-seen bows and arrows, with deep fear on her face. She knew that with the strength of the tribe, she could not resist at all, and her demise would only happen 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, the tribes above and below the river have begun to migrate, and the conflict is gradually intensifying. During the continuous migration, the swamp department also encountered many hostile tribal attacks along the long Columbia River. Their population has been reduced from two to three hundred to just over a hundred, and only then did they reach this peaceful and barren sea estuary with difficulty.

However, the stable days only lasted for two years, and the tribe just gave birth to a child, so many elite hunters would attack them! You know, the "powerful" Calapoa tribes, tens of thousands of tribes united, I am afraid that only two hundred elite hunters in armor and bows can be selected!

"Where did this tribal army come from? Is it from the powerful Calapoa people in the east? Or the combined river mouth tribes in the north? Or, have the Tillamoks in the south also risen?"

Thinking of this, the old grandmother's face was bitter. She carefully looked at the warriors of the kingdom in front of her, staring at the shiny sharp weapons in their hands, secretly startled. She pursed her lips, bowed her head deeply, welcomed the two chiefs who got off the longboat, and sang the song again.

"The sea is a haven for rivers... The sea is a river without bounds!...Beside the river where the ancestors did not come, we met the people of the river...O mighty tribe of the river! From which river do you come? Will you flow Where are you going?...You are a wide river, if you encounter a stream like ours, what will be the end?..."

Captain Zuwaro looks at Mickey the Knower, and Mickey looks at Zuwaro. There was both surprise and bewilderment in the eyes of the two of them. This tribe on the south bank of the great river reacted so excitedly when they saw the fleet docking! As if they met "relatives", they lit a bonfire, gathered together, sang and danced, and they didn't know what it meant. The most important thing is that the ballad the other party sang loudly was in kwakwa, which belongs to the rare wakashan language family, and they didn't understand a single word.

"Omg (t?ana)! OMG! OMG! ... tsist! OMG! OMG! ... eh? ... what is this? ..."

The knowledgeable Mickey listened attentively, only hearing two words that were repeated repeatedly, and his mind was full of question marks.

The Krasop people are a group of people who respect rivers. In their language and culture, the most important word is "river"! Larger rivers are called t?ana, smaller rivers are called tsist, and "river" is also a very ambiguous word, which can mean "life". The source and life of life” can also mean “a gathered tribe or group”, or even “inheritance from ancestors”, and “integration of tribes”… Therefore, these two words of different sizes are not only several nouns, but also It can be several kinds of verbs, or even a complete meaning, which changes with the context...

"My God! My God! My God!...My God! My God! My God!...O hunters from the great river, what do you want?...There are only shallow streams left in the tribe, and there is another What water source is worthy of a big river like yours rushing fiercely?..."

The eyes of the old grandmother Heshui were angry at first, and then filled with sorrow. She widened her cloudy old eyes, staring at the silent hunter leaders. Later, she saw Mickey, the knowledgeable man, holding a sharp axe, approaching step by step, then put the axe on the ground, and pointed to the people of the tribe, showing a "sinister" smile.

"Leader of the Clan Hunter...you want us to surrender?..."

The old grandmother, Heshui, was silent for a moment, and then looked behind her, at UU Reading www.uukanshu.com more than a hundred people, old and young. Among them, there are more than 30 young adults who can fight, and they are not the opponents of these elite hunters at all. And most of these elite hunters are good at running and tracking. If the tribe wanted to escape, they couldn't escape at all, and it was too late.

"My God!...God!...Ah!...The stream of the tribe went downstream, and was finally swallowed by a bigger river...This is an inescapable fate, and it is also the doomed end of the river!..."

Singing here, the old grandmother's face is bleak. She looked at the clansmen behind her, and announced with tears streaming down her face.

"Drop your arms! . . . the tribe surrenders to them!  …"

"The Lord God bless! We come with good intentions!..."

The knowledgeable Mickey presented a gift, with a gentle smile on his face, staring at the tribe who was so excited to tears, thinking about the meaning of these strange rituals. But soon, the smile on his face froze, turning into complete shock and bewilderment!

"Ah? Lord God! This... this is... uh?!"

In front of him, the old grandmother of the tribe, He Shui, knelt down slowly, prostrated herself on the ground, and made a gesture of submission. After a few breaths, more than a hundred tribesmen also put down everything in their hands and fell to their knees on the ground. The bonfire in the camp reflected the orange outline behind everyone, like a shocking mural in a mythical epic where the tribe was inspired by the main god...

"Uh!... Is this... the inspiration of the Lord God? Ten thousand miles away from the Northland, take the initiative to surrender to the glory of God!..."

The knowledgeable Mickey murmured, watching the prostrate swamp tribe, his eyes gradually sparkled. At this moment, in his always wise mind, a floating idea suddenly popped up inexplicably.

"Or...this is me doing the will of the Lord God, bathed in the radiance of the Lord God, and I also have the majesty of the gods!...Let these tribal people by the river admire and admire them, and voluntarily bow to the ground?...Haha!"