1840Indian rebirth

Spring is a beautiful season.

For the Indians, the spring of 1841 was especially true.

In the tent, Shiyao was teaching Ma Shao. He used branches to draw patterns on the sand on the ground while explaining: "This is a pattern used to treat the plague. After we drew it, we let the patient lie in the middle, and he

You can get the blessing of the Great Spirit..."

"Hmm." Ma Shao felt very overwhelmed, but he still had to study hard in order to cope with future homework tests.

Fortunately, the patterns were not complicated, otherwise he might have dropped out of school. In his opinion, these things were too silly.

Persuading Stone Crow to give up these strange and confusing things? Even if he had never tried it, he knew it was impossible.

In fact, as long as he shows any doubts about ghosts and gods, Stone Crow will immediately criticize him seriously.

If you want to change a person's beliefs, it's not enough to just talk the truth. Ma Shao understands this.

After all, his current identity is just a little kid, and he does not have enough majesty to change an adult's spiritual beliefs.

So he never tried to persuade Stone Crow on matters of faith. What he was thinking about now was just how to subtly change the thinking patterns of the children in the tribe, which should be more feasible.

Teaching is in progress.

A master of dancing came to Shiya to demonstrate and asked Ma Shao to dance to his rhythm.

"Stone Crow." At this time, the old chief came in from outside with a smile on his face and looked at the horse whistle. "You dance well. I believe you will become an outstanding shaman."

"What's the matter, chief?" Stone Crow stopped dancing.

"Harrison is dead." The old chief repeated in a bad pronunciation, "Harrison."

"Harrison?" The horse whistle recognized it and felt that the chief was referring to this English name.

"Yes." The old chief said in surprise, "Hey, little whistle, your pronunciation is so accurate?"

Ma Shao was ashamed. His English was as good as shit and his pronunciation was not standard. This was entirely because the chief's pronunciation was even less standard.

"Which Harrison?" Stone Crow asked.

Old Chief: "Who else could it be, Harrison? Of course it was the President of the United States, the executioner. The prophet's prophecy came true, and the Great Spirit punished this bastard."

Shi Ya suddenly realized: "It's him, he should have died long ago."

The chief continued: "We should perform a ceremony tonight to communicate with the great spirit and let the soul of this bastard bear a more severe punishment! In addition... we should also pay homage to the late Panther Crossing. Although he was a Shawnee, he should

He is respected by everyone and is a hero."

"That's right, I will prepare for the ceremony right now." Shi Ya nodded, and then took the horse whistle to prepare for tonight's event.

After listening to the conversation between the two, Ma Shao also understood what happened. US President Harrison contracted pneumonia and died.

If other U.S. presidents died, the Indians might not pay much attention, and the horse whistlers would probably not have any impression, but this one was special.

To the Indians, Harrison is basically synonymous with the devil, because this man is famous for killing Indians.

Years ago, Harrison was an army general who fought against Shawnee leader Tecumseh at the Battle of Tippecanoe - what the chief called "Panther's Crossing."

Tecumseh was a well-known leader. He believed that all Indians should unite to fight against the white people. His ideas had a considerable impact and were even taken by the British who wanted to stir up trouble in the United States.

British help.

Unfortunately, Tecumseh failed in this battle.

Harrison won the Battle of Tippecanoe and then massacred the local Indians. He also dismembered Tecumseh's body and used the skin to make sharpening belts.

——This made Harrison a national hero of Americans and an important bargaining chip for his future bid to win the White House.

At the same time, this also brought him a curse, which is the famous "Tecumseh Curse". Tecumseh's brother cursed the United States to have a president die every twenty years.

This curse really came true.

In fact, in the next hundred years or so, a sitting president in the United States did die every twenty years or so, and this did not stop until President Reagan.

The first fulfillment of the curse of the Tecumseh was President Harrison. This executioner who massacred Indians was already sixty-eight years old when he became president, setting an age record at the time.

In the past month alone, he has set another record - the shortest serving US president.

In order to fully demonstrate his grace at the inauguration ceremony, President Harrison gave an eloquent speech in the cold wind despite his advanced age. He eventually contracted pneumonia and successfully died of the disease a month later, creating a good story.

Harrison only served as the President of the United States for a month, and he did so while in a hospital bed. Naturally, he did nothing. However, these deeds made him famous and was included in the book "The History of Human Folly."

So much so that Ma Shao, as a Chinese in the 21st century, is quite familiar with the president and even knows his full name, William Henry Harrison.

"Chief, when did Harrison die?" The horse whistle went to the chief and asked.

"Three days ago." The old chief said casually, "Why do you ask this?"

"Nothing, I just think we should know his exact information so that we can curse him better." Ma Shao made up a reason.

"Indeed." The old chief thought for a moment and thought it made sense. "Little whistle, you are indeed suitable to be a shaman."

In fact, the horse whistle wanted to know the precise date. The Indians had little information and knew very little about the white people's affairs. Although he found out the year in the Christian era, he never found out the more precise date.

He knew the date of Harrison's death because he had another small achievement - he happened to die on the Qingming Festival! To be precise, when he died, China across the Pacific was celebrating the Qingming Festival.

After determining the date of Harrison's death, the horse whistle can naturally determine the precise date.

Three days ago... Well, according to this calculation, today should be April 7, 1841.

Ma Shao couldn't help but let out a breath and said in his heart that it was really not easy. After several months, he finally knew the precise date.

On the one hand, this is due to the lack of information from the clan, and on the other hand, he is too young and can only rely on his clan members without any chance of contact with the outside world.

Every time he thinks of this, Ma Shao can't help but feel the desire for growth.

The accidental death of the President of the United States is undoubtedly a big event, and I don’t know how many undercurrents it will stir up.

But for the Mian Xiong clan, this incident has no substantial impact, at least not yet. People's lives are very peaceful.

Time passed by peacefully like this.

Mashao gradually spent three years in his desire for growth.