August on the coast of Northern California is the clearest and most beautiful time of the year. The turquoise ocean, tan beaches, lush forests and grasslands, and green-brown eastern mountains are constantly in the sight of the fleet.
Alternately, full of vitality. Tea
This is the season when all things multiply, and most northern flowers bloom at this time. Purple sea chrysanthemums appear on the beach, and together with the equally magnificent aster, they dot the salty tidal flats. As for the white ones,
Daisies grow on high cliffs, swaying gently in the wind. This small, low flower has unexpectedly deep roots and can withstand the strong sea wind at high altitudes. Between the tidal flats and cliffs, there are moist grasslands where the river passes.
, there are pink seathrift flowers everywhere. These brilliant flowers are clustered in clusters, like umbrellas blooming on the earth, and are the blessings of Mother Earth among the Pomo people!
"Praise the Lord God! The northern coast in August is so beautiful!..."
Exploration captain Zuvalo stood on the bow of the boat, looking at the undulating colors along the coast, and couldn't help but sigh.
"So many summer flowers, such beautiful colors! They are even more beautiful than the priestess of the kingdom! Ah! I want to lie on those flowers, sing a spring song, and flutter with the most beautiful girl
…”
"Well?…"
Hearing Zuvalo's praise, Mickey the Knowledgeable's smile froze in an instant. He curled his lips in disgust, and his eyes fell on the seals on the shore.
Under the warm sunshine, these round and cute animals have separated into two circles. One circle is quarreling and fighting, and the other circle is lying lazily watching. And soon, a male seal emerged from the fight.
After winning, he can’t wait to crawl towards the other female’s circle and start flopping together. Tea
"Well!..."
Mikey, the knowledgeable man, kept a frozen expression and observed intently for a while. Then, he turned his head, looked at his friend Zuvallo who was also shocked, and laughed.
"Zuvarro! So what you want is to be a seal!..."
"..."
After a while, exploration captain Zuvalo twitched the corners of his mouth, gritted his teeth, and said harshly.
"Damn it! These cheerful seals...just provide the fleet with some meat!"
"No! No way!" Tea
Hearing this, Mikey, the knowledgeable man, shook his head and reached out to hold his friend's shoulder.
"God bless you! August is the season for the reproduction of all things, and it is also the day when tribes stop hunting. According to the tradition of the local tribe, hunters will not start hunting until October, when the seals have finished mating and the female seals have obvious signs of pregnancy.
!And the target of hunting is also a male seal, and will never hunt a pregnant female..."
"Everything in the North follows a cycle. Whether hunting or fishing, the balance of the population must be maintained! This is the tradition formed by the tribes in the North for thousands of years, and it is also the law that maintains survival. If we destroy these laws,
You will be hostile to all the ministries!"
"Uh! The traditions of the North, the rules of survival? This... okay!"
The exploration captain Zuvallo thought for a moment, glanced at the seals angrily, and then looked forward again. Driven by the Alaskan warm current, the fleet headed north non-stop. Soon, the low village of the Pomo people
, and the canoe they were swimming with appeared in front of everyone.
"We have arrived at the hunting ground of the Bomo people! Further ahead, there is their most powerful tribe on the coast! I have been there!"
The cloaked hunter Lotte gestured with his hands and feet and shouted excitedly. This place is about 600 miles away from the Golden Bay where the North Bay is located, which is the limit of his hunting experience. And he also went to the large tribe in front of him near the seashore.
The northernmost tribe. Tea
"Look! The big river! The totem pole! ... Ba'po! Ba'po! The Ba'po tribe is ahead!"
"ah?"
Mickey the Knowledgeable stood on tiptoe, and after a while, he saw a quiet river flowing into the sea in the west. Then, a tall totem pole was erected on the bank of the river, symbolizing the tribal territory.
. There seems to be some kind of fighting scene carved on that totem pole. As you get closer, you can see that it is a female hunter holding a spear and a giant bear!
"Huh? Lotte, what do you mean when you call 'Ba Po'?"
"Oh! That's their language, and it's also one of the languages of the Palapa tribe. The meaning of 'Bapo' is bear, and one who fights with bears. And the name of the Bapo tribe is actually the 'Bear Hunting Division'!
"
The cloaked hunter Lotte touched his chin, recalling his experiences long ago and the stories told by the cedar shaman, and told them intermittently.
"The Bear Hunting Tribe is the most powerful tribe among the Pomo people! According to legend, their ancestor was a huntress who wandered in the north. She was very strong and brave, and even went to the forest to hunt bears alone! She
Holding a spear in her hand, she fought with a legendary brown bear all night before stabbing the bear to death. But the bear also hurt her, and its blood flowed to her body and blended with her blood..." Tea
"Ah! A huntress who hunts bears alone? Stabs a giant bear to death and is injured?"
Hearing this, Mikey, the knowledgeable man, looked surprised and asked.
"What happened next? She bathed in the blood of the legendary giant bear, became stronger, and gained divinity from then on?"
"Huh? Why do you think so? The thoughts of the southern tribes are really strange! Everything has spirituality, including people..."
The cloaked hunter scratched his head and gave Mickey a strange look. In this difficult and cold Northland, there are no divine chiefs passed down from generation to generation, and productivity is not allowed.
"...Then? Later, of course, the huntress was infected with bear blood, became pregnant, and gave birth to a Pomo with bear blood! And the Pomo also became a strong bear tribe, able to fight bears in the forest
.As for the most powerful Pomo tribe, it is called the Bear Hunting Tribe!"
"The Pomo...the Bear Tribe...the Bear Hunting Division..." Tea
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After hearing this ancestral myth of the Pomo people, Zuvalo and Mickey looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a moment.
The appearance of the exploration fleet quickly alarmed the hunters of the Bear Hunting Department. These powerful forest hunters were accustomed to fighting and were quickly mobilized. The entire Bear Hunting Department organized more than 400 tribal warriors armed with throwing spears.
and hunting bows, and received a "warm welcome" on the beach. From the size of the quickly mobilized warriors, it can be roughly guessed that the population of the Bear Hunting Department should be around three thousand.
“God bless you! These Bomo people are so enthusiastic!…”
Seeing the Bear Hunting Team in a fighting posture, Mikey the Knowledgeable sighed with helplessness on his face. He pulled the cloaked hunter Lotte and asked in a low voice.
"Lotte, you have been to the Pomo tribe. You must speak the language of the Pomo people, right? Can you negotiate with them on behalf of the fleet? Tell them that we are the trusted allies of the Cedar Shaman and are going to the north.
Here’s some extra food and water…”
"Uh...I only know a few Pomer words."
The cloaked hunter Lotte pulled his hair and smiled sheepishly. But soon, a confident expression appeared on his face. Tea
"But communication is no problem! I'm familiar with this, so there's no need to talk!..."
"Praise the Lord God! Okay! I'll leave it to you then!"
After a while, the cloaked hunter Lotte came to the shore holding a bow. Under the gaze of hundreds of Bomo warriors, he first raised his hand, revealing the bow without arrows, and placed it on the ground. Then he took off his body again.
He put down his dagger and was naked, wearing only a bearskin cloak. Finally, he let go of his arms and legs, danced a grouse-like war dance, then knelt on the beach with his legs spread out and waited.
"..."
Mickey, the knowledgeable man, was dumbfounded, looking at this dazzling dance that seemed to be full of profound meaning, but could not figure out anything.
But a moment later, a strong tribal hunter walked out from among the Pomo warriors. He also put down his bow and arrow, stepped forward, touched Lotte's bearskin cloak, and shouted a few words in surprise. Then,
He lifted up Lotte with both hands, and the crowd of spectators burst into enthusiastic cheers.
"Pomo'loktol! nyi'tah!" Tea
"Bear hunter! Friend!"
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