The autumn is clear and clear, the fine sand is white, the beach is very wide, and the waves roll at the mouth of the river. The vast Pacific Ocean and the turbulent Columbia River collide here, making the surrounding rivers and lakes present changing colors.

Mickey the Knower squats on the bank of the river, with the low tribal village behind, the wide river in front, the docked longboat on the right, and Zuvaro sitting cross-legged on the left.

"Zouaro, what do we do?"

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