Chapter 47: Chapter 47: Should be Kansas
"Well, she is Millie." Ma Shao sensed a hint of trouble, "She is also a member of the clan now."
The little sparrow pursed her lips and said, "Isn't she a white person? Why did you go to war and bring back a white girl?"
"To be precise, I came back with 800 people, and she is just one of them." Ma Shao paused, "As for her white identity, it does not affect her being one of us."
The little sparrow said in confusion: "Aren't white people our enemies? Brother Whistle, you keep saying that."
"White colonists are our enemies... Maybe you don't quite understand what colonists are, but at least, in any large group there are good people, bad people, and all kinds of people. Not all white people are our enemies." Ma Shao explained slowly, "Millie is just like you. She is just a child."
Hearing this, the little sparrow blushed slightly and turned away in embarrassment: "I'm not a child anymore! Brother Shaozi, you are such a fool. You are only half a year older than me, but you always call me a child just because you are taller!"
Ma Shao was slightly embarrassed. Indeed, he always forgot that his biological age was less than fourteen years old.
He added: "She just lost her parents. She is a poor child. If we don't take her in, she will probably be eaten by wild beasts."
"Think of that desperate scene, a dirty little girl stumbling in the wilderness, occasionally looking back in panic, she ran desperately, but was easily caught up by the gray wolf behind her, and then she cried and begged the gray wolf not to eat her..."
"Ah!" The little sparrow screamed. Ma Shao'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.
Ma Shao patted her head again: "It's getting late, go and have some rest. By the way, don't forget your writing class in a few days."
"Writing class?"
"I will teach you the Apache language that I invented. All the children... young people will learn it, and some of the older people will also learn it."
The little sparrow nodded in agreement and left.
Then Ma Shao walked over to Millie, sat down and asked, "Are you not used to it?"
Millie's face was filled with frustration: "No one talks to me… No one here understands English except you, and I don't understand your language either."
"There will always be such a process." Ma Shao comforted him, then thought for a moment, "Can you read?"
"Yeah." Millie nodded.
This is quite rare, as even white people were mostly illiterate in that era, and women had even fewer opportunities to receive education.
Ma Shao found some English newspapers. Although he had thrown away most of the old newspapers, he still kept quite a few of them, some of which contained important news or which he thought might contain important news but he could not understand.
"If you feel bored, you can read these newspapers." Ma Shao handed the newspaper to Millie.
It was obviously inappropriate for a girl under the age of twelve to read newspapers every day, but until Millie learned Apache, she would obviously not have more entertainment activities.
"Okay." Millie had no interest in the newspaper, and it was night time, and even with 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 is fine, preferably about you," said Millie.
Ma Shao thought for a while and said, "Let me tell you a story about adventure. The hero's name is 'Flame'."
"flame?"
"Yes, just like its name, this is a story about flames, or more precisely, about 'strange flames'." Ma Shao explained in clumsy English, "The so-called 'strange flames' refer to certain special flames with magical powers. In this story, there are a total of twenty-three 'strange flames'."
Although he had to be corrected by Millie every two sentences and his story was told haltingly, this novel story still aroused Millie's great interest.
Ma Shao gradually became happy with it, because it was obvious that this kind of communication, in which corrections could always be made in a timely manner, was the best way to learn a language.
Learning a mother tongue is easy because every word a child says will be corrected or fed back by adults, and adults always encourage children to speak. In fact, rapid trial and error is one of the most reliable ways to learn any knowledge.
"Shaman?" Millie's eyes widened.
Ma Shao said the transliteration of Shaman in the Apache language: "Shaman is a kind of... magic, special ability, um..."
Millie thought for a moment: "Wizard?"
"Yes, that's about what it means." Ma Shao remembered the word, "In fact, I am also a shaman, but not the kind in the story. That is a myth."
Millie nodded. "So, why is there an old shaman in the ring of flame?"
"To be precise, it's the shaman's, that, soul, yes, the soul..." Ma Shao continued to tell the story.
He actually wanted to tell the story of "Fights Break Sphere" accurately, but he had long forgotten many details. Coupled with the limitations of his English expression ability, he had to make various changes while telling the story.
After talking for two hours, he felt that even if Potato came in person, he probably wouldn't recognize the story he was telling.
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"Huahua——"
A big river was rushing ahead. It was a hundred meters wide, with fast-flowing water. The splashing water added a lot of moisture to the air.
Ma Shao brought Tukua and more than twenty other Apaches here to investigate the land and environment near the clan.
"Dasheng, is this the river you fell into that year?" Ma Shao turned his head and looked at Dasheng. This was probably when he was just reborn. Dasheng said that he accidentally fell into the river while hunting bison. People thought he was dead, but he finally saved his life.
He said loudly, "Yes, that's it! It was the one that nearly drowned me. I would recognize it even if it turned into ashes!"
"Haha! The river water can't turn into ashes!" The tribesmen who were traveling with them laughed.
Ma Shao spread out the map in his hand, stared at it for a while, and then looked at the river in front of him.
"Probably Kansas..." he muttered.
The river in front of him was obviously not some unknown stream. Through the map, he could basically confirm that this river was the Arkansas River, one of the major tributaries of the Mississippi River, the mother river of the United States.
Considering that to the west is the Colorado Plateau, the place where the Sleeping Bear Clan is located is most likely located in the later state of Kansas, a state in the central United States.
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