1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 84 [Mormonism]

After a while, several black people approached the town. At the same time, a group of white people walked out of the town. The white people were leading horses and driving.

The two sides noticed each other, and the hearts of the black men seemed to be in their throats, and they were extremely nervous.

However, the merchants did not react very much, just a discussion.

"Look, a group of lowly fugitive slaves!" said a man with a cigarette in his mouth.

Someone quickly reminded him: "Shh, keep your voice down, if Freud hears it, he will definitely kick you into the cesspit."

"Never mind these niggers, we're businessmen ... The most important thing for us is to ship these trendy overalls back to St. Louis and sell them for a profit."

"Let's go."

The white merchants ignored the blacks, loaded their goods, and left the town on their own.

The blacks couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and hurried into the town, and then they saw four black compatriots in decent clothes.

"Are you fleeing from the south?" Floyd noticed them and looked up.

"Yes..." A black man nodded, then his pupils shrank, but he saw Floyd suddenly pull out the revolver from his waist.

"Bang bang bang!"

Accompanied by several gunshots, there was a scream from behind. When the black men looked back, they saw that the two slave hunters who were chasing them had already been shot with lead bullets and fell off their horses.

This scene made several black people look stupid.

There is nothing unusual about the abolition of slavery. Many people in the northern United States advocate the abolition of slavery, and Canada has abolished this system long ago, but this does not mean that blacks and whites are equal.

It was the first time they had heard of a black man openly shooting two white men.

"What's your name and where do you come from?" Floyd asked again.

"My name is Tom Clay, from Arkansas." said the leading black man, his eyes still resting on the body of the slave hunter.

Floyd smiled casually: "I'm a policeman here. These two guys just pointed their guns at me. According to Clark Town's law, I have every reason to shoot them."

"Police...police?" The blacks hadn't recovered yet, and they didn't quite understand the word.

Because the police system has not yet been popularized in the United States at this time, the famous New York Police Department has just been established.

There is a police in a small town, which is definitely at the forefront of fashion.

"Law enforcers, vigilantes." Floyd was no stranger to this. "I explain it to almost every new guy."

Clay was still puzzled. "But why are you black? I mean, at least I haven't heard of a black sheriff."

"Because this is Clark Township, there is no slavery here, not at all," Floyd said. "So, you are free now."

With the rapid development of the Clark clothing company, the town of Clark gradually prospered, and new immigrants continued to move here. Of course, there were some black slaves who escaped here, and they also obtained freedom and the right to work here.

For such a town maintained by blacks and Indians, many whites were initially confused and resistant.

If it weren't for the good treatment of Clark Clothing Company, which attracted many workers, few people would be willing to contact this weird town.

But as the settlement or exchange progressed, the white people soon discovered that the security situation in this small town was surprisingly good.

In their impression, the savage and ignorant blacks and Indians always put the law first when enforcing the law, at least in their mouths.

Although there were deviations in actual implementation, it still far exceeded their psychological expectations.Compared with the chaos in most parts of the Midwest, Clark Township presents a rare stability and tranquility.

Gradually, more and more whites flowed to Clark Town. Counting the blacks, the population of the town was close to 800.

After a little understanding, Clay and several other blacks chose to stay here.

Clark Town not only completely abolished slavery, but also helped them find jobs so that they could adapt to life here more quickly.

They believe that even if they go all the way to Canada, they may not find a better place than this.

But things always have a twist.

After arriving in the small town, they were approached by a middle-aged black man in a white shirt and jeans before they even had a bite of food.

This person is holding two books, one of which is the "Bible". He has a kind face and looks like a priest.

"Welcome to Clark Town, I'm Donald White." He introduced himself.

"Hello." Many black people also believed in God and said politely.

White sat down and chatted with Clay and the others, asking about their health, thanking God or something from time to time.

But gradually, as the conversation progressed, Clay realized that this suspected priest seemed a little... special.

"My black brother, do you know why we have black skin?" White asked.

"why?"

White said slowly: "Because we are the descendants of Cain, this is the black mark engraved by God to punish our misbehavior..."

Clay looked blank when he heard this: "I don't think I've heard of this."

White went on self-contained: "This is what Joseph Smith told us. We did evil in the previous life, so we became black, but if we do good in this life, we will be white in the next life."

"Joseph Smith?"

"Yes, our prophet." White continued, taking out another book under the "Bible".

The cover of this book reads: The Book of Mormon.

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Sleeping Bear City.

The winter wheat has been harvested. Although the planting is rough, the land here is really fertile, and the harvest is not bad.

The horse post has already prepared a water mill, leading the tribe to grind a lot of flour and make various pasta. Most Apaches felt the joy of harvest for the first time.

With the end of the wheat harvest, the training of the Sleeping Bear Militia officially began.Six hundred militiamen started training from the most basic formation, and eventually they would learn to use firearms and understand some basic tactics.

The weapons prepared by the horse post for the militia are mainly Kentucky rifles and plain rifles, both of which are the most common rifled guns at present. The former is slender and accurate, suitable for sniping on the battlefield, while the latter is thick and strong, more suitable for hunting bison.

On this day, the horse sentry was training the militiamen, and at the time of rest, the soldiers sang the military song "Unity is Strength" he taught.

Of course, compared with the original Chinese version, this Apache version of "Unity is Strength" has changed a lot, mainly the lyrics, but the idea and tune have remained largely unchanged.

"Unity is strength, unity is strength..."

In Ma Shao's opinion, the biggest advantage of this kind of song is that it is not easy to get out of tune, and anyone can sing along.

He had never seen anyone who sang this song out of tune.

At the end of the training, the garrison in Clark Town came back with a rotation, and the commander reported to the horse post a news that made him feel a little nervous.

"Missionary?"

(End of this chapter)