The early morning sun fell on the small dome hut, and the light filtered in from the flue on the top. Zuvalo, the exploration captain, lowered his head and entered the entrance of the small shack to see his friend lying inside.
This kind of hut of the Shouluos people has a very low appearance, made of a frame of branches and covered with bark, fur, and thatch. Entering the house, the area inside is not small. It turns out that half of it is dug underground. Through this practical design, only a few building materials are needed to ensure warmth in winter and coolness in summer. The only shortcomings are that excavation is troublesome, the land must be dry, there must be no underground water, and migration cannot be done.
In the dim light, Zuvalo squinted his eyes, smelled the faint smell of herbs, and looked at the grass bed in the middle of the hut. Mickey the Knowledgeable was lying on it in a drowsy state, not knowing whether he had woken up or not.
"Hey! Lord! Mickey, I don't know either. That thorny fern is poisonous and must be cooked before it can be eaten! You can't blame me!..."
Exploration captain Zuvalo sighed, carrying a clay pot, and came to the grass bed. In the clay pot is fish soup stewed with kelp, and it is smelling hot. Zuvarro held up the fish soup, looked at Mickey with his eyes closed, shook his head, and took a few sips himself.
"Tsk tsk! It tastes delicious! It tastes delicious! In one word, it's fresh!..."
"Uh...suck...huh?..."
Smelling the tangy fragrance, Mickey sniffed his nose on the grass bed and opened his eyes with difficulty. He vomited all night yesterday, then his muscles became weak and he was paralyzed, unable to move, and finally fell into a coma and fell asleep. And it was only now, when he woke up after a long sleep, that he felt better, but his stomach was shaking with hunger.
"...Zuaro...I'm...hungry!..."
"Ah? You wake up just by smelling the fish soup? Tsk tsk!..."
Exploration captain Zuvallo smiled and brought the clay pot to Mickey, watching him drink the whole pot like a starving rabbit. Then, Mickey started sweating all over his body, exhaled a long and comfortable breath, and asked with a headache.
"Lord God! What happened to me... yesterday? Was I poisoned?"
"cough!"
Exploration captain Zuvalo coughed slightly, lowered his head, and blamed the first one with a guilty conscience.
"God bless you! Mickey, you are so careless! How could you eat randomly...cough! Where's that thorn fern? The tribe's sun shaman said that the thorn fern is poisonous when eaten raw. Fortunately, you didn't eat much. He fed you some herbal tea, and you vomited all night again... It will probably heal in a day or two!..."
"Uh... So that's it? God bless you! I really shouldn't eat randomly... Hey! Why do I eat wild vegetables randomly?..."
Thinking of this, Mickey the Knowledgeable was startled. Then, his eyes gradually turned red, he glared at Zuvalo fiercely, and asked through gritted teeth.
"Damn it! Zuvalo! Is it you? Did you tell me that these wild vegetables are edible?... By the way! I remember you ate them first! Why are you okay? Are you harming me?!..."
"Uh! No! Absolutely not!... I only ate the non-toxic bear's paw fern, not the poisonous thorn fern..."
Exploration captain Zuvalo was sweating on his forehead. He quickly clenched his fists on his chest and swore to the Lord God.
"Witness the Lord! I never wanted to harm you... That thorn fern looks so old, I don't even bother to eat it!... Well, Mickey, you look like a scholar, and you keep reminding me to be careful... Why is it your turn? Are you braver than me when it comes to doing things?"
"Damn it! Zuvalo, I believed you! If I were alone, I would definitely not touch it!..."
"Ahem! My fault...my fault. You continue to rest, I will go to work on the fleet first. We agreed to trade grain with the Chaoyang Department today..."
"Help me up! Let's go together!... Complete the supply of the fleet as soon as possible, and set off northward as soon as possible..."
Mickey the Knowledgeable gritted his teeth and climbed out of bed with difficulty. He tried to walk a few steps, but his legs and feet were a little numb, but they were much better than last night and he could walk around. Zuvalo supported Mickey, apology flashed in his eyes, but he still had a smile on his face.
"The Lord God bless you! Mickey, don't you stay here to rest? Let's talk to that sun shaman again about the Lord God's belief?"
"No more chatting! That Sun Shaman is very knowledgeable and hard to talk to... about preaching, it seems there is no chance for the time being. We should continue walking north and reach the prophesied great bay as soon as possible!"
Hearing this, exploration captain Zuvalo agreed. Along the way, any tribe with the guidance of a high-level priest or shaman would be more difficult to fool. He thought about what he saw this morning and said with a smile.
"Mickey, at sunrise today, I witnessed a 'Sun Dance' of the Shuslau people! They formed a circle on the sand dunes, prayed to the sun, and then danced around. The sun shaman was in the middle, shaking They were playing wooden bells and chanting songs that they couldn't understand... I think the expressions of the tribesmen must be very pious!..."
"I feel that although their sun belief is primitive, it is very strong and is obviously in the hands of each generation of tribal shamans. Unless they find some way to make the sun shaman admit that the main god is the sun worshiped by the tribe...otherwise, the kingdom wants to It may not be easy to preach..."
"Blessed by the Lord God! Relying on the powerful kingdom, sooner or later we will find a way to get through the Chinook Shaman! But now, exploring north is our first priority!..."
The kingdom's four longships stayed in the Chaoyang region of the Shuslau people for three days, exchanging some food for two hundred people for half a month. Afterwards, the fleet set off again, traveling a hundred miles north and out of the territory of the Shuslau people.
For the rest of the voyage, there were low green mountains and forests along the coast, and there were occasionally fishing and hunting tribes, but they were all small and out of shape. According to the news from the Chaoyang Department, this should be the territory of the Tillamook people. There is a large Teemo tribe located inside a bay in the north.
After traveling three hundred miles north from Chaoyang, the fleet arrived at a brown beach in the evening. The beaches here are not very beautiful, just desolate and vast. What really caught the eye was a lonely rock pillar off the western coast. It is so spectacular, seventy or eighty meters high, like a pyramid standing in the sea. And it is so abrupt, with nothing around it, as if it is the gray-brown palm raised by a giant spirit in the sea, and it appears here for some reason!
"Lord God! What... is this?"
Mickey the Knowledgeable opened his eyes wide, looking at the natural wonders in front of him, and the conjectures of countless gods flashed through his mind. Zuvalo, the exploration captain, touched his chin and looked at the towering and eye-catching rock top and the birds nesting on it, thoughtfully.
"Praise the Lord God! Mickey, this is the blessing of the Lord God and a good omen for navigation!... It is also a natural navigation beacon and must be recorded on the chart!..."
"Hmm...I have to give it a name...the mountain that looks like the palm of a god..."
"Witness the Lord God! Then call it...'God's Palm Peak'!"
