Chapter 1129 White Mountain and Red Mountain, Good God and Evil Snake

The tribes in the North have long been accustomed to migration, and the preparations for the journey are also very simple. Two fully armed kingdom priests, ten kingdom warriors wearing leather armor, carrying bows and axes, plus twenty tribesmen and guides carrying food on their backs and holding spears, they are a small mountain tribe that dare not Offended, a hunting party from a large tribe.

In the mountains on the west coast of the northern continent, the trees are always tall and dense. All kinds of fir trees, maples, and pine trees seemed to be competing with each other. One grew taller than the other, and each one was denser than the other. Even the roots of the trees in the forest can rise higher than the ankles. Unless you have four hooves that are good at jumping like a moose, or have arms that are flexible and flexible like an ape... Otherwise, traveling in such mountains is a test and temper left by the gods to the human world!

"Praise the great corn god!... Shaman who is taller than the sacred tree! This mountain road is not easy to walk. Let's walk along the river. The river is easy to walk. Along this long river, go east!..."

Although the Viyot tribe is not good at hunting, they are still familiar with this mountain forest. Led by the old raccoon, the guide of the Wiyot tribe, everyone quickly found a river running from west to east. In the dense mountain forests, along the river is the best and most natural path!

"The corn god controls people, the tree god controls the mountains and forests, and the river god controls the river... Around the river, the power of the tree god will fade. Along the river, there will be many migrating beasts, and the trees will be very sparse. The road It is easy to walk and there is no shortage of food. It is a good road for tribes to migrate!…”

The guide, the old raccoon, stammered and rambled about the mountain forest experience passed down from generation to generation. He only knew a few simple sentences in Mexica, and he spoke the tribal language quickly and urgently. Except for the strong men recruited by the tribe, only the Western Bee priest could barely understand it.

"Hey! The river is so long and the water is so clear. Evil snake, please leave quickly. If you don't leave, you will be crushed by Dabai Mountain!..."

The guide, Old Raccoon, sang folk songs to drive away "evil snakes", and he was indeed a veteran in the mountains and forests. He quickly led everyone to find the longest river and took the best mountain passage. In the eyes of the Viyot people, this river with no end is called "the long river in the woods." As for later Spanish explorers, they gave it another name, "Trinity River".

The sun rises and the moon sets, and it is difficult to distinguish the twilight in the forest. Everyone followed the easy-to-walk river and headed upstream to the east. They looked at the continuous cedar trees on both sides, and also encountered herds of deer and birds in the morning dew and evening sun. Everyone is able to endure hard work, and can travel fifty or sixty miles in one day, and three or four hundred miles in seven days. And when Mickey, the knowledgeable man, had fun observing the vegetation, birds and animals in the mountains, the easy-to-walk river suddenly turned and turned to the north!

"Master Shaman, who is taller than the sacred tree! The river turns north, and further north, there is a very, very big lake! Starting from that lake, it is the territory of the Kahuo tribe... Oh! You! Ask them their names? They call themselves 'Kahosadi'...that is, 'the tribe that speaks well'..."

"The Kahosadi people? A tribe that speaks well?"

Hearing such a claim, Mikey the Knowledgeable was startled and couldn't help laughing. He did not know that these Kahosadi people were also called Shasta people in later generations, and they were also one of the almost extinct tribes.

At present, these hunting tribes living in the mountains and forests are scattered into small tribes, with a population of usually no more than one or two hundred people. They build low mountain huts and weave various bamboo baskets. Their most striking feature is that they are good at imitating the sounds of birds and can sing songs that sound like bird songs.

"Oh! Gugu wow haha!..."

"Master Shaman, the words of the Kahosadi people are difficult to understand. They are high and low, just like the singing of birds. However, the herds of beasts gather at the lake, and their hunting camps will be close to the lake. They probably can't touch us. There are so many people in our team, and they are all strong men with weapons, and their hunters will also hide..."

The guide, the old raccoon, stammered and imitated two simple greetings from the Kahosadi people, speaking as if they were singing. Obviously, these mountain tribes do not speak the same language as the coastal Viyot people, and they rarely communicate with each other.

On this densely forested west coast, the two ethnic groups are separated by hundreds of miles, just like mountains, seas and heaven and earth. For thousands of years, they have heard each other's songs, but they have not interacted with each other until they died together.

"The God of Corn bless you! We, we continue to walk eastward. We can only walk through the woods... We have to climb the very high mountains in the east, see the very high mountains in the north, and also see the lakes in the east and north. …And that big yellow mountain with red tops is right next to the small lake in the east, about two or three days away from us!…”

Mickey the Knowledgeable nodded and walked into the forest to the east. Everyone struggled through tree roots and shrubs, climbing up hills one after another. There are no roads in these woods, and no one walks there, so there are even less roads...

"O God! In the three to four hundred-mile long river ahead, we can use canoes to carry iron ore and go down the river smoothly. It is actually very convenient! ... But there is nothing we can do about this section of the mountain road, which is dozens of miles long. Even the wheelbarrow There is no need for them... I have to rely on strong men to carry the burden!..."

Thinking of the future mining of ores, Mickey the Knowledgeable couldn't help but frown, and had no intention of looking at the dark scenery in the mountains and forests. On the other hand, the young Western Bee Priest was very interested and his eyes widened. He turned around after a while and took a look at the North American raccoon following him, which was not afraid of people at all. After a while, he stood on tiptoe again, looking at the dim and swaying grass in the distance, looking for the California white-tailed deer that was always hiding from people.

Obviously, unpalatable, meatless, and violent raccoons are prey that the mountain tribes do not like. Deer, which are delicious, meaty and will not resist, are always one of the favorite preys of hunters!

The mountain road was difficult, and it took everyone two days to cross fifty miles of dense mountain forests and reach the open heights of the mountains. And the endless mountains and forests spread out in front of everyone's eyes, like a long scroll drawn by the gods!

Under the gaze of the brilliant Sun God, this green and colorful scroll shows the changing colors of light and dark, and is kneaded by the strong Mountain God to form the undulating high mountains. Then, the goddess of spring left her clear tears, which gathered into several pieces of clear lake light, just like the white jade embedded in the scroll...

"O Lord God! What a beautiful valley! What a vast mountain forest! What a beautiful mountain lake!..."

Mikey the Knowledgeable stood on a high rock, leaning on a spear. There was a bright light flashing in his eyes, as if he was full of joy, suddenly meeting in front of his eyes, and then hitting his heart again. An uncontrollable smile bloomed at the corners of his mouth, bringing simple and pure happiness. Then, he was stunned, rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and pointed to the north of the forest.

"Ah! That is? What is that?!..."

"Master Shaman, that is a very, very high mountain, the sacred mountain of the Kaho Saadi people!... What is the name of the mountain?... Oh! It is called 'Uytaahkoo'... that is 'The Great White Mountain' as the Kahosadians say!…"

"Uita Aku? Dabai Takayama?..."

Mickey the Knowledgeable looked at the sacred mountain towering in the clouds in the distance, chewing on this long name, and seemed to really feel the lofty divinity. He couldn't help lowering his head piously and prayed towards the sacred mountain in the north.

"Praise be to the Lord God! Uita Aku...Mountain of Huitziloppo!..."

In fact, this 4,267-meter-high volcano is one of the tallest mountains in California! And at the top of the mountain, there is a snow mountain glacier hundreds of meters high that never melts all year round, constantly shining with shocking pure white light!

In later generations, this stunning sacred mountain "Uita Aku" was called "Mount Shasta" (Mount Shasta), with the same name as the surrounding Shasta tribe. And this huge volcano, which was once active tens of thousands of years ago, is also a true witness, proving that this mountainous area once had frequent geological activities and the resulting rich mineral deposits! …

"Praise the Lord God! Such a sacred snow mountain must be a good omen given by the Lord God! ... And the unprecedented large iron mountain must also be a blessing from the Lord God!..."

"Ah? What did you say?... Oh yes! Everything the shaman said is right!... Baishan is shining with pure white light. It is the residence of the Baishan Good God. It is very sacred and high, close to the Great Sweet Lake in the north!... As for that The evil mountain where evil snakes live shines with an unknown red color and flows with terrible poisonous water. It has been suppressed by the good god of Baishan... You see, that mountain is there... right next to that little bitter lake! Right next to us in front!…”

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