Chapter 891: Inspired by God, Prostrated and Submitted

Chapter 891 Inspired by God, surrender 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 village of Clatsop by the river, the tribe's old grandmother, River Water, was singing in front of the firepit in the center of the tribe. This is a very small tribe, called the Swamp Tribe. Even if the old and young 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 had almost twice as many armored warriors and sailors combined.

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 "malintentions" and "surrounded" the swamp, the faces of many tribesmen all showed fear.

He Shui, the old grandmother of the tribe, stood up tremblingly. She personally lit the tribal bonfire to welcome the tribal army coming from the sea. The Clatsops are a matrilineal clan that migrates along the river. A tribe is a large family. The grandmother of the tribe is also the chief of the tribe.

As the chief of the tribe, it only took less than two years for the Grandmother River to move the swamp tribe from more than two hundred miles upstream of the Columbia River to the mouth of the lower reaches.

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 warm river valleys where cultivation was possible, and annexed many small tribes of one to two hundred people up and down the long river, and there was a gradual trend of forming a tribal alliance. And all the tribes in the lower reaches of the Columbia River feel the pressure of the rise of this new tribal alliance!

Several tribes on the north bank of the Columbia River, including the Chinook, Cathlamet, and Wahkiakum tribes, are moving towards unity. They would also become the precursors of the Chinookan Confederacy, which would fight against the Calaboa Confederacy for hundreds of years. Finally, in the mid-19th century, under the terrifying tide of the Yankees' westward advance, the two old enemy alliances united together and even united various tribes hundreds of miles along the river to carry out heroic resistance and sacrifice...

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 He Shui stared at the well-equipped elite hunters in front of her, looking at their huge bows and arrows that she had never seen before, with deep fear 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 began to migrate, and conflicts gradually intensified. During their constant migration, the Swamp tribe also encountered many hostile tribal attacks along the long Columbia River. Their population dropped from two to three hundred people to just over a hundred, and they finally arrived at this peaceful and barren seaport with great difficulty.

However, the peaceful days only lasted for two years. As soon as the tribe gave birth to a child, so many elite hunters attacked them! You know, the "powerful" Calaboa tribes, with tens of thousands of tribes united together, may only be able to 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 maybe the Tillamoke people in the south have also risen?..."

Thinking of this, the old grandmother's water surface turned bitter. She carefully looked at the kingdom warriors in front of her, staring at the shining sharp weapons in their hands, and was secretly frightened. She pursed her lips, lowered her head deeply, greeted the two leaders who came off the long boat, and sang the song 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, what will be the outcome when you meet a stream like ours? ..."

Exploration Captain Zuvalo looked at Mikey the Knowledgeable, and Mickey looked at Zuvalo. The eyes of the two people were both surprised and confused. This tribe on the south bank of the river reacted so excitedly when they saw the fleet docking! 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 is that the song the other party sang loudly was in Kwak'wala, which belongs to the rare Wakashan language family, and they didn't understand a word of it.

"T'ána! Oh my God! Oh my God!...Tsíst! Tsíst! T'ána!...Huh?...What is this?..."

Mikey, the knowledgeable man, listened carefully and heard only two words repeated repeatedly, and his mind was full of question marks.

The Classope people are a group that worships rivers. In their language and culture, the most important word is "river"! Larger rivers are called "T'ána" and smaller rivers are called "Tsíst". "River" is also a very polysemous word, which can mean "the source of life, life", "gathered tribes, groups", even "the inheritance of ancestors", and "the fusion of tribes"... Therefore, these two words of different sizes are not only several nouns, but also several verbs, and even a complete meaning, changing with the context...

"T'ána! T'ána! T'ána!...T'ána! T'ána! T'ána!...Hunters coming from the big river, what do you want?...The tribe is left with only shallow streams. What water source can be worthy of a big river like you rushing fiercely?..."

The old grandmother River's eyes were first angry, and then full of sorrow. She stared at the silent hunter leaders with her turbid old eyes. Then, she saw the knowledgeable Mickey, holding a sharp axe, approaching step by step, then putting the axe on the ground, pointing at the people of the tribe, and showing a "ferocious" smile.

"Leader of the tribe hunters, you want us to surrender?..."

Grandmother River Water was silent for a moment, and then looked behind her, at the more than 100 tribesmen, young and old. Among them, there were only more than 30 young men who could fight, and they were no match for these elite hunters. And most of these elite hunters were good at running and tracking. The tribe wanted to escape, but they couldn't escape at all, and it was too late.

"Oh my God!...Oh my God!...Oh my God!...The stream of the tribe went downstream and was finally swallowed by a larger river...This is an inescapable fate, and it is also the destined end of the river!..."

At this point, Grandmother River Water looked bleak. She looked at the tribesmen behind her and announced with tears in her eyes.

"Put down your weapons!... The tribe surrenders to them!..."

"Bless the Lord! We come with good intentions!..."

Mickey, the knowledgeable, presented the gift with a gentle smile, watching the tribe in front of him who were so excited that they shed tears, thinking about the meaning of these strange rituals. But soon, the smile on his face froze, turning into complete shock and confusion!

"Ah? Lord! This... this is... eh?!"

In front of him, the old grandmother of the tribe, Heshui, slowly knelt down, prostrated on the ground, and made a gesture of surrender. After a few breaths, more than a hundred tribesmen also put down everything in their hands, knelt down and crawled on the ground. The campfire behind everyone reflected the orange-red outline, like a shocking mural in a mythological epic, where the tribe was inspired by the Lord God...

"Eh!... Is this... the Lord God's inspiration? Thousands of miles away in the north, the glory of actively submitting to God!..."

Mickey, the knowledgeable, murmured, watching the crawling swamp tribe, his eyes gradually flashing with spirit. At this moment, a thought suddenly appeared in his always wise mind.

"Or maybe... I am carrying out the will of the Lord God, bathing in the glory of the Lord God, and also having the majesty of divinity!... Let these tribesmen by the river admire and respect me, and take the initiative to kneel down and submit?...Haha!"