1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 47 [It should be Kansas]

"Uh, she's Millie." Horse Whistle felt a little trouble, "She's also a member of the clan now."

The little sparrow pursed her lips: "Isn't she white? Why did you bring back a white girl when you went out?"

"To be precise, I came back with 800 people, and she is just one of them." The horse whistle paused, "As for her white identity, this does not affect her becoming one of us."

The little sparrow said puzzledly: "Aren't the white people our enemy? Brother Whistle, you keep saying that."

"White colonists are our enemy... Maybe you don't quite understand what a colonist is, but at least there are good people, bad people, and all kinds of people in any large group. Not all white people are our enemies." Ma Xiao slowly explained, "Millie is just like you, she is just a child."

When the little sparrow heard this, her face flushed slightly, and she turned her head in embarrassment: "I'm not a child anymore! Brother Whistle, you are really only half a year older than me, but because of your height, you always call him a child!"

The horse whistle was a little awkward.Indeed, he always forgot that his biological age was less than fourteen.

He added: "She has just lost her parents. She is a poor child. If we don't take her in, she will be eaten by wild animals."

"Think of that desperate scene, a dirty little girl stumbling and running in the wilderness, turning around in panic, running as fast as she could, but was easily overtaken by gray wolves behind her, and then she cried and begged Gray wolf don't eat her..."

"Ah!" The little sparrow screamed, and the horse whistle's vivid description made her face turn pale.

Ma Shao continued: "So, should we just leave her on the grassland like this?"

The little sparrow was speechless.

The horse whistle patted her head again: "It's getting late, go to rest. By the way, don't forget the character class in a few days."

"Text class?"

"It's me who will teach you the Apache script I invented, and all the children... young people will learn it, and some older people will learn it too."

The little sparrow nodded in agreement, and then left.

Then the horse whistle walked towards Millie, sat down and asked, "Aren't you used to it?"

Frustration was written on Millie's face: "No one talks to me... No one here understands English except you, and I don't understand your language."

"There will always be such a process." Ma Shao comforted, and then thought for a while, "Are you literate?"

"Yeah." Millie nodded.

This is quite rare. In this era, even white people are mainly illiterate, and women have even fewer opportunities to receive education.

Ma Shao found some English newspapers. Although most of the old newspapers were wiped out by him, some newspapers that involved important news or that he thought might be important news but could not understand were kept, and there were quite a few.

"Usually, if you feel bored, you can read these newspapers." Horse Whistle handed the newspapers to Millie.

It was obviously not right for a girl under the age of twelve to read the newspaper every day, but it was obvious that Millie could not have more entertainment until she learned Apache.

"Okay." Millie was not interested in newspapers either, and it was night, so despite the firelight, it was still difficult to read the text.

"Can you tell me a story?" She hesitated. "My mother used to tell me stories."

"Uh... what story do you want to hear?" Ma Shao asked.

"Anything, preferably about you," Millie said.

Ma Shuo thought for a while: "Let me tell you a story about an adventure. The hero's name is 'Flame'."

"flame?"

"Yes, just like his name, this is a story about flames, to be precise about 'strange flames'." Horse Whistle explained in clumsy English, "The so-called 'strange flames' refers to some There are special flames with magical powers, and in this story, there are 23 kinds of 'strange flames' in total."

Although he had to be corrected by Millie after two sentences, and the process of telling stumbled, this novel story still aroused Millie's great interest.

Horse Whistle gradually liked this, because it was obvious that this kind of communication, which could always be corrected in time, was the best way to learn a language.

The reason why it is easy to learn the mother tongue is that every sentence of the child will be corrected or given feedback by the adults in time, and the adults always encourage the children to speak.In fact, quick trial and error is one of the most reliable ways to learn anything.

"Shaman?" Millie's eyes widened.

What the horse whistle said was the transliteration of shaman in Apache language: "Shaman is a kind of... magic, strange ability, um..."

Millie thought for a moment: "Wizard?"

"Yes, that's what it means." Ma Shao remembered the word, "Actually, I'm also a shaman, but not the one in the story, it's a kind of myth and legend."

Millie nodded: "So, why is there an old shaman in the ring of flames?"

"To be precise, it's the shaman's, that, the soul, yes, it's the soul..." Ma Whistle continued to tell the story.

He actually wanted to tell the story of "Dou Po" accurately, but he couldn't remember many details for a long time. Coupled with the limitation of English expression ability, he had to make various magic changes while telling.

After talking for two hours, he felt that even if Tudou came to him, he might not recognize the story he was telling.

……

"Whoa--"

A big river was rushing ahead, it was [-] meters wide, the water flowed fast, and the splashing water added a lot of humidity to the air.

Ma Shuo brought the soil clods and more than [-] Apaches came here, naturally to inspect the land and environment near the clan.

"Say loudly, this is the river you fell into that year, right?" Ma Whistle turned to look at Loudly and said.This was about when he was just reborn. He said loudly that he accidentally fell into a big river while hunting bison. People thought he was dead, and finally saved his life.

He said loudly, "That's right, that's it! It's the one that nearly drowned me, and I'll recognize it even if it turns to ashes!"

"Haha! The river water can't be turned into ashes!" The fellow clansmen laughed one after another.

Ma Shao spread out the map in his hand, stared at the map for a while, and then looked at the big river in front of him.

"Should be Kansas..." he murmured.

The river in front of him is obviously not an unknown river. Through the map, he can basically confirm that this river is the Arkansas River, one of the major tributaries of the Mississippi River, the mother river of the United States.

Considering that the west is the Colorado Plateau, the place where the Sleeping Bear clan is located is probably located in the later Kansas state, the state in the middle of the United States.

(End of this chapter)