The stone bear is sure that the maimed longmaoniu tribe has been going south for the past three days.
The time of the winter sun hanging in the sky is not very long. Even though Tennessee belongs to the middle and low latitudes, the most time of the day is more than ten hours.
Every noon when the temperature is the highest, the stone bear can see the half dead sun in the sky by barely opening a slit of his eyes, and the direction of the team is toward the noon sun, that is, to the south.
Apart from those little guys, almost none of the other people in the team is uninjured. In addition, the team has been shuttling through the mountains and forests with almost no roads for the past three days. Elder martial brother estimates that the team can travel about 10 kilometers a day at most, even less than this number.
The Appalachian frontier museum I went to before is located in the small town of Ke Linton, about 30 kilometers north of Knoxville. If we calculate according to this distance, after I was hit by that damned Cadillac, my soul would have been in place for more than 250 years, and then attached to the just dead fool.
Stone bear did not expect that the originally beautiful town of K. Linton, in the mid-18th century, turned out to be the base of a small East Cherokee tribe.
The camp place this evening should not be far away from a river, because the stone bear can clearly hear the sound of the distant water.
"Hey, my little bear, how are you doing?" When the small group stopped again, the bonfire burned quickly, and all the people were sitting in front of the bonfire, but they did not have the cheerful singing and dancing in the past, and all the people were silent. They were remembering their relatives.
Only the leader Gao Niu came trembling, sat down next to the plow where the stone bear lay, and whispered in a hoarse voice to the silly child who had made great contributions to the continuation of the tribe.
The stone bear opened his eyes hard, but there was only one gap.
"Uncle, I'm fine. Where are we going?"（ PS: I won't speak Indian. There are some introductions to the dialogues in this book, most of which are translated. If Lao Mo really works out a section of Indian language, I don't think we can understand it, can we Stone bear asked with a little twitch.
Now it's not only difficult for him to open his eyes, but also for him to speak. The wound on his face is not only on his eyes, but also on his jaw and both sides of his cheek, which are still red and swollen, like the bread of vasichus.
Gao Niu gently stroked the stone bear's head, "boy, we are going to our other clan. It's almost here. After tonight, we'll be able to walk for half a day tomorrow. That's Lilei's tribe. Lilei's grandfather and my grandfather are brothers. Our tribe was separated more than 50 years ago, and his tribe is at the foot of Lanwu mountain in front of us. "
Hearing the name of blue fog, the stone bear moved in his heart. Thanks to his understanding of the history of the Tennessee Indians, he knew what the name blue fog meant.
There is a very famous national forest park at the junction of Tennessee and North Carolina. It is called big fog Mountain National Forest Park. The National Forest Park is also one of the most visited forest parks in the United States, with at least 10 million visitors coming to the park every year.
The National Forest Park, covering an area of about 200000 hectares, is a rare original ecological forest park in the world, an international biosphere reserve and a world heritage site. International recognition shows the importance of the park to the planet.
Even more than 200 years later, the forest park was named "Dawu Mountain" because of the extremely rich vegetation and the dense fog formed by the water vapor from the forest around the mountains and filled the canyon.
Of course, the name is directly related to its main peak, chimney mountain.
However, Dawu Mountain is the name of this huge forest park by later generations, and in the name of Indian Cherokee people more than 200 years ago, this huge mountain forest is called "blue fog".
Therefore, when Gao Niu said blue fog, the stone bear immediately understood that the destination of the team should be in a valley of Dawu Mountain National Forest Park.
Obviously, the Lilei that Gao Niu talked about should be the leader of a small local tribe. They have the same status as Gao Niu in the longmaoniu tribe, and they are still relatives. Therefore, after the longmaoniu tribe suffered heavy losses this time, Gao Niu led the rest of the people to join his cousin Lilei.
Sure enough, in the early morning of the next day, the team came to a big river just after a short walk.
"This is the big bend! After crossing the big bend, you can reach dalilei's tribe within a short distance! " Gao Niu stood at the front of the line and pointed to the river more than 200 meters wide.
"Big bend?" Hearing the name, the stone bear was stunned. The stone bear, who is familiar with the history of North American Indians in this period, knows very well that big bend is the local Cherokee people's name for the Tennessee River. In fact, the name of Tennessee also comes from the Indian language. In the Cherokee language, Tennessee means "big bend", which refers to the meandering Tennessee River. Later, the early European explorers used "Tennessee" to call this winding river, and then became the name of the state.
If you really came to the North Bank of the Tennessee River, then this should be the future Knoxville.
However, this later Tennessee's third largest city and the second oldest city is still a wilderness.
No wonder even Nashville, the oldest city in Tennessee and the capital of Tennessee, just became a white settlement in Europe in 1779. As for Knoxville, it is not surprising that it is still a wilderness.
Now North America, except for the thirteen colonies established by the British in the East, is the wilderness of his sister.
After a night's repair, the stone bear felt that his injury was much better, so he said to the fast horse beside him: "fast horse, help me up, I want to see here."
Under the puzzled gaze of the surrounding people, Kuaima tried to lift up the big silly head with his emaciated body. Sitting on the plow, the stone bear can clearly see the wide river ahead.
The flow of the Tennessee River in this era is much larger than that of later generations. The width of the Tennessee River in this area in later generations is only 150 meters even in the wet season. Now, even in the dry season, the flow is larger than that in the wet season.
The rumbling river formed numerous vortices on the surface of the river, rolling downstream.
Looking up from afar, Dawu Mountain, about 50 kilometers from the South Bank of the Tennessee River, is clearly visible. After all, Dawu Mountain with an average altitude of more than 1500 meters is not comparable to the surrounding small mountains with an altitude of only two or three hundred meters.
Looking at the winding river in front of us, looking up at the fog mountain with an average altitude of more than 1500 meters in front of us, looking back at the Cumberland Plateau when we came here, and looking down at the typical folded mountains around us, the stone bear can be very sure that he is now near Knoxville.
Later Knoxville is located in the Tennessee Valley between the Cumberland Plateau and the fog mountain. The terrain here is very special. The stone bear visited Knoxville for several days before crossing, so he knows the local terrain very well.
Although there is a big difference between the present landform and the landform more than 250 years later, the stone bear can already determine where it is.