Winter passes, spring arrives.

Spring is undoubtedly a wonderful season. For the Indians, this was especially true in the spring of 1841.

In the tent, the stone crow was teaching the horse whistle, and he used a branch to sketch the pattern on the sand on the ground, while explaining: "This is a pattern used to cure the plague, and after we have drawn it, let the patient lie in the middle, and he will be blessed by the Great Spirit......"

"Uh-huh." Ma Whistle felt very big, but he still had to study hard in order to cope with the future homework inspection.

Fortunately, the pattern is not complicated, otherwise he would have to drop out of school, in his opinion, these things are too sand sculptures.

Persuade the crows to give up these strange things? Even if he hadn't tried, he knew it wasn't possible.

In fact, as soon as he showed the slightest suspicion of ghosts and gods, the crow would immediately criticize him seriously.

If you want to change a person's beliefs, it is not enough to be reasonable. The horse whistle understands this.

His current identity is just a little kid after all, and although he has received the attention of some elders, he simply does not have enough majesty to change the spiritual beliefs of an adult.

So he never tried to convince the crow of anything about faith, and now he is only thinking about how to subtly change the thinking patterns of the children in the clan, which should be more feasible.

Lectures are in progress.

The stone crow came to the scene to demonstrate the dancing god and asked the horse whistle to dance with his rhythm.

"Stone Jay." At this time, the old chief came in from outside, smiling, and looked at the horse whistle, "Good jump, I believe you will become an outstanding shaman." ”

"What's the matter, Chief." The crow stopped dancing.

"Harrison is dead." The old chief repeated again in a broken pronunciation, "Harrison." ”

"Harrison?" Ma Whistle recognized it, and thought that the chief was speaking by this English name.

"Yes." The old chief was amazed, "Huh, little whistle, your pronunciation is so accurate?" ”

Ma Whistle is embarrassed, his English level is obviously like, and his pronunciation is not standard, which is entirely because the chief's pronunciation is even less standard.

"Which Harrison?" Stone Crow asked.

Old Chief: "Which Harrison, of course, the president of the United States, the executioner, the prophet's prophecy was fulfilled, and the Great Spirit punished the bastard." ”

Shi Yao suddenly said: "It's him, he should have died a long time ago." ”

The chief continued, "We should perform a ritual tonight to communicate with the Great Spirit and make this bastard's soul suffer a harsher punishment!" Other than that...... We should also pay tribute to the deceased Black Panther Transit, who is a Shawnee, but he deserves the respect of all, he is a hero. ”

"That's right, I'm going to prepare for the ceremony." The crow nodded, then took the horse whistle and prepared for tonight's event.

After listening to the conversation between the two, Ma Whistle also understood what was going on, US President Harrison contracted pneumonia and died.

If other U.S. presidents had died, the Indians might not have paid much attention to it, and the horse whistle probably wouldn't have much of an impression, but this one was very special.

To the Indians, Harrison was basically synonymous with the devil, because he was famous for plundering and killing Indians.

Years ago, Harrison was an army general, and at the Battle of Tippercanu, he faced the Shawnee leader Tecumse, or "the Panther Crossing" as the Chief called it.

Tecumseh was a well-known leader who believed that all Indians should unite against the whites. His ideas had a considerable impact, and were even favored by the British, who wanted to stir up in the United States, and received help from the British.

Unfortunately, Tecumse lost this battle.

Harrison's victory at the Battle of Tippercanu ensued a massacre of the local Indians, dismembering Tecumse's corpse and turning the skinned human skin into sharpening belts.

This made Harrison a national hero for Americans and an important bargaining chip for him to win the White House in the future.

At the same time, it also brought him a curse, the famous "Tekoma curse", and Tecumse's brother cursed the United States for the death of a president every twenty years.

The curse was fulfilled.

In fact, for more than 100 years since, incumbent presidents in the United States have died every twenty years or so, and they didn't stop until President Reagan.

The first fulfillment of the curse of the Turks was President Harrison. The executioner who slaughtered the Indians was sixty-eight years old when he became president, setting a record for the age at which he was elected.

In the past month alone, he has gone on to set another record – the shortest-serving president of the United States.

In order to fully show his demeanor at the inauguration ceremony, President Harrison gave a speech in the cold wind at an advanced age, and finally successfully contracted pneumonia and died a month later, creating a good story.

Harrison only served as president of the United States for a month, and he was still in a hospital bed, naturally doing nothing, but these deeds made him famous, and he was later included in the book "The Stupid History of Mankind".

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

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

"Five days ago." The old chief said casually, "What are you asking for?" ”

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

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

In fact, Ma Whistle wanted to know the exact date by this.

The Indians were closed off from information, and knew very little about white people, and the only news that could be obtained in time was probably the super news of Harrison's death, so although he knew the year of the Common Era, he never knew a more precise date.

And he knew the date of Harrison's death, because this person also had an achievement - he happened to die on Qingming Festival.

Of course, Americans are nothing more than Ching Ming Festival. It is accurate to say that when this goods died, China on the other side of the Pacific Ocean happened to be celebrating the Qingming Festival.

Once the date of Harrison's death was determined, the whistle would naturally be able to determine the exact date of the moment.

Five days ago...... Well, so it would be April 9, 1841.

Ma Whistle couldn't help but exhale, and said in his heart that it was not easy, after a few months, he finally knew the exact date.

On the one hand, the clan news is closed, and on the other hand, he is too young to rely on the clansmen and has no opportunity to contact the outside world.

Every time I think of this, Ma Whistle's heart can't help but rise with a desire to grow, hoping that he can grow up soon.

The unexpected death of the President of the United States is undoubtedly a major event, and I don't know how many undercurrents will be stirred.

But for the Sleeping Bear Clan, this matter has no substantial impact, at least not for the time being, and people's lives are very peaceful.

Time passed peacefully.

In his thirst for growth, Ma Whistle gradually spent about three years.