Under Mr. Wood's astonished gaze, seven Aboriginal Australians stood in front of us, carrying bows and arrows and holding flying forks.

They were dark-skinned, thin-haired, all naked, with straw skirts around their waists, led by a middle-aged man, who was tall and smiling.

He is the patriarch of the Bama tribe, the elder Bama, and his name seems to be Pat, I can't remember exactly, because there is a tradition in the Aboriginal tribes of Australia that if a person becomes the patriarch of the previous clan, he is called "old", for example, when Pat becomes the patriarch of the Bama tribe, he is the old Bama; Another man became the patriarch of the Gurui tribe, and that was the old Gurui; She is the only one in the Wick clan of Little Mushroom, and the little mushroom can actually be called Old Wick.

When a person becomes a patriarch, his real name is not very well remembered.

It was old Bama who was laughing at me for learning how bad the piano bird was calling.

Seeing that there were many people, those vultures finally restrained their arrogant momentum, screamed a few times, vented their dissatisfaction in their hearts, and finally called their friends and flew away.

"Little bug, I haven't seen you in a long time!" When the old Bama had finished speaking, the other Bama people also spoke in Iriwala, and they naturally spoke the language of their own tribe, and I could understand part of it, but Wood could not understand a single word.

I was very happy to see the Bamaans, they were my friends with Nemo, very good friends, we met while hunting.

At that time, I had too much prey to bring back to the town, so I gave it to these Bama people, who were naturally glad to have it for nothing, but warmly invited me to be a guest among their people.

Old Bama taught me many things, language and gestures, and also taught me about hunting, including the song of the lyrebird. He said that the life of the indigenous people was declining and that they needed to learn from outsiders, and I thought that the old Bama was a very enlightened patriarch.

When I got home, I told my father about the old Bama's thoughts, and he was very kind to get some vegetable seeds and grains for me to send to the Bama people. Old Bama happily took the seeds when he saw them.

When I got up the next morning, I found that the Bama people had ground the seeds into powder with stones, and were licking them with relish, and the old Bama was anxiously reprimanding them, who said that these seeds were dry and not tasty, and that it was better to have fresh fruits. As a result, the idea of the old Bama wanting to develop agriculture in the clan was stifled by everyone.

I think the life of the Bama people wandering around is very good, and I once longed for it. Every year when they come to this area, I come to them.

Looking at these old friends, I was very excited, I put my hands on the top of my head, stomped my feet twice, patted my right shoulder with my left hand, patted my left shoulder with my right hand, and then patted my thigh with both hands, and then covered my heart with my right hand, making a happy birdsong sound.

This is the Bama dance that the old Bama taught me, which basically means that we have the blue sky above our heads, the earth under our feet, the hands to hunt, the feet to run, our hearts are connected, and every day is so happy.

Old Bama and the Bama people did the same, and we hugged each other happily at the end. I introduced old Bama to Mr. Wood, and old Bama said to Wood, "Are you and the bugs here to hunt?" ”

Mr. Wood nodded and said, "I'm here to find my daughter, she's gone out hunting with a black boy and got lost, she likes to wear red, have you seen a girl in red these days?" ”

Old Bama shook his head: "You're not hunting with bugs!" But since you can come with the bugs, you must be friends too, so let's be a guest of our tribe together! ”

When Mr. Wood saw Old Bama shaking his head, thinking that Old Bama had not seen Luna, he couldn't help but be disappointed, his brows were tightly locked, and he burst into tears in a daze, "Even you didn't see it, Luna is afraid that she will be more auspicious!" ”

Old Bama looked at Wood suspiciously, and pointed to his heart: "Are you feeling a little comfortable?" ”

Wood sighed, then shook his head and said, "I believe what you say, but I can't accept it for a while." ”

Old Bama beckoned, and two Bama men ran over, ready to lift Wood.

I said to Wood, "Mr. Wood, do you understand the language of the Bama people?" ”

"I don't understand!"

I slapped my forehead, "I don't understand, you're still talking to old Bama so hot?" ”

"I thought the words you said to old Bama just now, and the actions you did were talking about Luna! I asked Old Bama if he saw Luna, didn't he shake his head and say he didn't see it? ”

I couldn't laugh or cry," said Mr. Wood, in the Bama people, nodding and shaking the head mean the opposite, nodding means no, shaking the head means yes. One of the two of you asks about Luna's news, one invites guests to be guests, one is worried about his daughter's bad luck, and the other feels that the other party is not feeling well, and the language barrier is not understanding, and there is really no one to talk so happily. Let's go, let's go to the tribe of the Bama tribe first. ”

Then he explained to Old Bama, who laughed, and Wood's eyes widened, and after a long time, he also laughed dumbly.

Several tribesmen unloaded the kangaroo with knives, each carrying one piece to their shoulders, and then headed for the Bama tribe, along the way, the old Bama from time to time made the sound of a lyrebird, which was to inform the nearby tribesmen to return to the tribe. These bird languages are only understood by the Bama people, and I just know how to call for help with the chirping of the lyrebirds. Although I marveled at the ventriloquism of the Bama, I made up a simple way of communicating with Nemo through birdsong.

We crossed three hills, and on the way I hunted another wild goat. In this way, these prey are enough for the tribesmen to have a grand party.

In the tribe, the Bama people erected many small grass huts, which were simple but sheltered from the wind and rain. Because it is inhabited by ethnic groups, those wild beasts do not dare to provoke the Bamaans easily. The Bama people are generally strong and have great hunting skills, and they don't go to the wild beasts, which are already supposed to eat and pray for the Buddha.

Old Bama walked into the tribe and muttered, which roughly means that our friends have come to the tribe, and today we are going to hold a grand bonfire party to entertain our friends. The crowd cheered, and the children ran out of the hut bare-bottomed, and Wood and I took out some candy and handed it out to them, and the children ran away with the candy in excitement.

The women set up a bonfire in an open field, set up a shelf and began to roast meat, while the men ran back to the grass hut to change their makeup, and Wood looked at the Bamesans with novelty.

When the bonfire was opened, the men of the Bama tribe suddenly poured out of the huts, with colorful feathers on their heads, skirts, and wrists, and their mouths learning the joyful chirping of the lyrebirds, and their hands and feet constantly imitating the flying birds.

Wood asked me, "Why do the Bama people stick so many feathers in their bodies?" ”

I told him, "The Bama people use the mythical bird as a totem and like to dress themselves with the tail feathers of the bird, but unlike us, the men here like to dress up, not the women." On the grand days of the tribe, the men of the Bama would dress up and learn to sing the songs of various birds, and dance with open arms to attract the attention of the women. ”

As she spoke, a woman from Bama ran up, took Wood's hand, and motioned for him to dance around the campfire as well. The gentlemanly demeanor of the Englishman made Wood embarrassed to shirk it, and followed the woman. Wood, a white European, stood tall and tall in the crowd, and many of the indigenous women cheered when they saw Wood's arrival.

A Bama-man man was very angry, and swaggered before Mr. Wood, who looked at me for some reason, and I cried out loudly, "Mr. Wood, he wants to wrestle with you, and if you win, you can go on a date with that girl." ”

I don't know if Wood heard me or not, but I saw him throw off his shirt and start battling the challenger amid the whistling of the crowd.

Old Bama smoked a bag of dry cigarettes and looked at Wood's competition with those Bama men with a smile, "Bug, why didn't that black boy come?" ”

I know that old Bama was talking about Nemo, "and I came to him, and he and Mr. Wood's daughter had been out hunting for days. Wood came out to them. ”

Old Bama was a little disdainful: "It's just a few days out, what's there to worry about." Besides, with Nemo by his side, he will be fine. ”

"The point is that Wood's daughter ran away in a bad mood and has never entered the wasteland, so it's normal for him to be uneasy. And since I passed the watershed, I have noticed many strange things, so I have come to you and asked you. ”

Old Bama leaned lazily on a piece of animal skin, "There are so many new things every day in the wasteland!" Is there anything else you worm doesn't understand? ”

I smiled, "It's strange to be a real person, don't believe it, I had just crossed the watershed when I came across a few emus, and there had never been an emus there; I tracked the coyote all the way, and from the coyote feces, it didn't take more than three days, but until now I haven't seen a single wolf hair. Isn't it strange, you say?"

Old Bama didn't think so, stretched his waist and said, "Then it may be that the emu has gone the wrong way, and the coyote may not have happened to let you meet it." ”

I said anxiously, "What about the group of parrots I met?" Not to mention that there are 100,000 of them, flying together overwhelmingly! ”

"Macaws are flying in flocks!" Old Bama was not on the conversation with me, and he watched the wrestling match between Wood and the Barmesan man with a smile.

"Old Bama, at first I thought it was a macaw, but when I got closer, I found that it was not a macaw at all, but a pecking parrot, and they were driven by the whistle to pounce on us, and the two camels we rode were eaten by these little birds in a blink of an eye, and if Wood and I hadn't hid in the cave and sealed the hole with stones, those parrots would have eaten us both up a long time ago!"

Old Bama laughed: "Worm, you are talking nonsense again, what the hell do you want to do, make up such a story to lie to me!" ”

I said anxiously, "Why don't you believe me?" ”

"Haha, it's strange to believe you! There are indeed some tribes in the Australian tribe who know some secret methods, such as what to repel insects and snakes, and control birds and wolves, but that is decades, hundreds of years of old yellow calendar, I live so big in the wasteland, I have never seen a person who knows how to repel insects. ”

My heart moved, listening to old Bama say this, he did not deny the existence of insect repellent, it seems that there must be a story here, I said seriously: "I have seen it!" And more than one. ”

Old Bama became interested, "Are you sure you've seen deworming, let's hear about it." ”

"I have seen a boy in Blydon City who can make the big yellow dog shut up in an instant, and behaved like a cat; In Wollongong, she meets Little Mushroom, who can summon a mountain of snakes with a whistle; Yesterday, I saw a man blowing a whistle and directing a flock of birds that covered the sky! ”

Old Bama looked at me with a wink: "What you say is true. ”

"It's all I've seen with my own eyes, and it really can't be true."

Old Bama pondered, still a little skeptical, "Then let me ask you, what race that young man you saw in Brydon is from!" ”

"Gurry!"

"What about the little mushroom that can keep snakes away?"

"Wick!"

This time, it was the turn of the old Bama who was shocked, "Worm, did someone tell you about our four major tribes?" ”

"I've only heard little mushrooms talk about their tribe, and there are old gods and angels in it, and it sounds like a story from the Bible. And she just listened to her mother, I think it's more like a myth, but I saw her drive snakes with my own eyes, and I can't help but believe it. ”

Old Bama looked at me blankly, and finally said, "I didn't expect it, I really didn't think about it!" Worm, your Wick friend Little Mushroom is not wrong, in the oral legend of our Australian aborigines, there is indeed such an old fairy, or angel. Bugs, what else do you know? ”

"I also saw the whistle of the little mushroom, and his whistle has four words engraved on it!"

Old Bama picked up a branch and drew it on the sand, I looked down, and it was the four small seal Chinese characters of "Hongdu Dayuan", these four words I didn't know before, but my father recognized them, so I knew what the words were, I exclaimed: "It's these four words, Hongdu Dayuan, there is nothing wrong at all, how do you know?" ”

Old Bama looked at it, and the bonfire was coming to an end, and many men and women walked hand in hand into the nearby jungle, and some ran into the grass huts in pairs, and the four corners began to be quiet, and Mr. Wood was also pulled away by a beautiful Bama woman.

Old Bama took a puff of dry tobacco and muttered: "I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect that there are descendants of the Wick clan, and their ancient secret methods are still inherited!" Speaking of which, it's been a long time. "Old Bama told me stories that had been passed down orally among the indigenous communities.

"Counting, it happened more than 580 years ago, when the ancestors of our aborigines already lived on the Australian continent, they ate the flesh of plants and trees, birds and beasts, drank their blood, and ate their hair, in other words, they lived by hunting and gathering, but they didn't know how to use fire, and these aborigines caught prey were raw food."

"The Australian continent is far away from other continents, although there is no war, but there are many indigenous tribes living here, these tribes are also large and small, and there are many armed fights between tribes, all they do is to fight for territory and women."

"There are four smaller tribes, Bama, Gurry, Ante and Wick, who have been driven almost by the other tribes to the north-west of Australia, where although it is near the sea, but the sea is full of high cliffs, and the sea cannot be near the sea, and the elders of the four tribes are almost desperate."

"They prayed to God on the high cliffs that they could have mercy and help a group of men, women and children in their tribes, otherwise they might have to travel across the ocean together to leave this continent where they have lived for generations."

"It was here that a lone sail appeared on the vast sea, and when the sailboat approached, an angel was found standing at the bow."