1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 9 [Musician]

The next step is the clan union ceremony, first of all is the sacrificial activity, people pray around the bonfire, offering sacrifices to the gods and ancestors, as well as the totem of the clan.

The totem of the Sleeping Bear clan is a majestic North American grizzly bear, lying in the ice and snow, sleeping with its eyes closed.

At the end of the sacrifice, people drank wine and ate meat amidst laughter.Meanwhile, men and women observe each other and prepare for starting a new family.

There are almost all widowers and widows on both sides, and many new families are bound to follow with the merging of clans.

The Sleeping Bear Clan has no tradition of wine making, and has almost no experience of trading with white people. The wine they drink is obtained in the process of communicating with other tribes or fighting.

These wines are basically brewed with corn, and the alcohol content is very low. After I tasted a little, it feels similar to the beer of later generations.

But he has always disliked drinking, and after taking a sip out of curiosity, he stopped touching it.

He just likes happy water.

"Musician." Shi Ya looked at the horse whistle with a smile on his face, "Let our new tribe appreciate your music."

Before the words were finished, more than 100 eyes of men, women and children looked at the horse whistle one after another.

Although people often came to listen to him whistling, it was the first time that so many people gathered at once, especially with so many women among them, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

This gave him a strange sense of sight, as if he was performing in front of his relatives during the Chinese New Year when he was a child in his previous life.

Of course, the embarrassment in his heart is rarely revealed on Ma Shao's face. Although his skin is not thick, its quality is very good.

He recalled it calmly, brewed for a while, and then a melodious whistle sounded from his mouth.

This time he played the tune "Dare to Ask Where the Way Is", which is the theme song of the old version of Journey to the West TV series.

He felt that the current atmosphere was quite suitable for this song.

You carry the burden, and I lead the horse; welcome the sunrise, and send the sunset away...

The horses and luggage were beside the people, and the sunset had only just set, and the campfire in the middle of Sleeping Bear's camp had just replaced its afterglow.

Although there is only music and no lyrics, the clansmen are still deeply attracted by this song.

The melodious, melancholy and firm music style made them calm down and listen attentively.

This is rare.

For important gatherings, the Indians have always worshiped and lively, and there are often people shouting "woo woo woo" from the beginning to the end, and there is no peace.

However, at this moment, no matter who it is, even Feng Sheng's rude and noisy father, he obediently shut his mouth and listened to the music quietly.

After a while, apart from the "cracking" sound of the campfire beating on the firewood and the "swish" sound of the cold wind blowing from time to time, there was only the long tune of "Dare to Ask Where the Way Is"...

At the beginning, Ma Shao didn't take it seriously, but as everyone listened quietly, he became more and more into the state, and the memories of the past played in his mind.

"it is good!!"

After playing the song, he stood up loudly, raised his hands above his head and clapped wildly.Others followed suit.

This is a heartfelt compliment.

In the stone society of the Indians, the exquisite whistle is absolutely comparable to the top musical instruments, and the tunes played by the horse whistle are classic songs of later generations, which have a unique charm across time and space.

Not to mention the Indians, even the Westerners who colonized the world in this era may feel like entering a new world after listening to this whistle.

"sounds so good!"

"That's a good blow, let's have another one, little whistle!"

"One more, one more..."

People yelled and coaxed, and the horse whistle had to blow a new song.

This time he played "The Sun Also Rises", the theme song of Let the Bullets Fly.

Another charming piece of music, and the tribe listened quietly again. These brave Apaches who are used to galloping on the grassland seem to have become gentlemen in the opera house at this moment.

However, this piece of music, which often reminds horse whistles of heroes, has a somewhat tragic tone, with a feeling of "a strong man is gone and never returns".Some clansmen listened, perhaps thinking of their dead relatives, and began to cry softly.

Laughter is contagious, and so is crying.A sad atmosphere gradually permeated the tribe.

The horse whistle quickly realized the problem, and stopped quickly: "Sorry, everyone... this song seems a little sad."

No one blames, some just admire the performer.Especially some children who were about the same age as the horse whistle looked at him with admiration in their eyes.

"The Sun Also Rises" ended, and a group of children surrounded the horse whistle.

The first to run over were two children, a boy and a girl. They looked alike, but they didn't like each other. Most of them were brothers or sisters.

"You're amazing!" The little girl looked immature and juicy, she couldn't help but said, with little stars in her eyes.

The little boy hesitated for a moment: "How did you do it? Why can't I make any sound?"

"Hmph, you're so stupid, of course you can't blow it out!" the little girl choked, and she jumped a bit when she spoke, as if trying to increase the persuasiveness of this sentence.

"Say it as if you can blow it out..." The boy curled his lips in disdain.

"Hello." Ma Shao smiled politely and introduced himself.

"Hello, hello! My name is Little Sparrow!" The girl's eyes lit up, and she quickly introduced herself, and then poked the boy next to her, "He is my brother, but shorter than me."

"Hello, I'm a little beast." The boy avoided his sister's fingers angrily, and then said.

The horse whistle was taken aback.

"...What's your name?" He suspected that he had misheard.

"Little beast." The boy obviously knew that the name was ashamed, and his face showed a bit of embarrassment, "I don't like this name, but my mother always calls me that, and I don't have another name... But sooner or later, I will definitely gain an incomparably glorious name on the battlefield! Absolutely!"

Ma Shao was ashamed, but he also understood the situation.

Indians choose random names, especially nicknames and nicknames, which are often unbearable to look at, which is even worse than "dog eggs" in rural China.

Having said that, the name "little beast" is too...

"Nice to meet you, little bastard." After Ma Shao said this, he always felt weird.

"Can you teach me to whistle?" said the little beast.

"Teach us." The other children also said the same, hoping to learn such magical skills.

"It's not easy to teach, you can only try it yourself." Although Ma Whistle was a teacher, he had never taught the skill of whistling.

"Then show us another one, and we will learn by ourselves."

"Okay." Ma Whistle agreed, and then blew two songs for these children, "The Miracle Reappears" and "The Hot-Blooded Duelist". stand up.

The children danced and danced and the adults started dancing around the fire as part of the ceremony and a way of finding a mate.

Men and women gradually form pairs during the dance, and some even make a marriage contract on the spot.Through fusion, the two clans got rid of the fate of extinction and regained their lives.

The ceremony didn't end until late at night, and when the people were winding down, the old chief and the stone crow sat in a corner talking.

"Chief, don't you plan to get married again?" Stone Crow asked.

The old chief tapped the soot on the ground: "No, a lot of age, body is important."

When the two were talking, their eyes gradually turned to the horse whistle not far away. The horse whistle was still sitting among a group of children, playing various novel tunes, talking and laughing.

These are the sons and daughters of the newcomers, but at this moment they all looked at the horse post with closeness and admiration.

"Chief, I feel that this child will become our hero." Stone Crow said with deep emotion.

The old chief said slowly after a while of silence: "No, my shaman...you may be wrong."

"What?" Shi Ya was stunned.

The old chief's eyes showed vicissitudes: "I think he is more likely to become everyone's hero."

"Everyone? You mean—"

The chief didn't speak anymore, but got up from the ground with some difficulty: "It's time to rest, let's go back."

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(End of this chapter)