How to Survive in the Roanoke Colony-Chapter 40: Change (2)

Belatedly, Shakespeare groaned between overflowing inspiration and the wall of reality. He was also reminded of hymn composition work suggested by a person named Harriot and other tasks.

He seems to have found a turning point in his life on what was supposed to be just a short trip for a change of mood. He's gained so much here that he almost wants to leave behind the foundation he's built in London.

Should I... stay here longer?

Shakespeare groaned and poured out his concerns.

Bacon too sighed and agonized.

The two geniuses worried and spent nights in the unextinguished flames of inspiration.

Talking about the experience that completely changed their lives.

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The Chesapeake people, the Pamlico people, and all other tribes have similar ways of life.

They cultivate gardens, hunt, pick tree fruits, and live in villages.

They sometimes wage cruel wars with other tribes, and meanwhile some tribes may be exterminated or form empires, but their ways of life were generally similar.

The way of life of fathers and mothers was not different from that of sons and daughters. Even going back hundreds of years, there was a way of life that was not much different.

That solid world that seemed unchangeable.

"Have you heard about the new great chief?"

A small ripple approaching that world.

"They say that great chief doesn't show himself except to Manteo of Roanoke and a few others."

"He uses those who came across the sea as his hands and feet."

"Being so wealthy, has he never appeared at gatherings?"

"He seems to have neither warriors nor subjects."

Strange rumors.

And.

The strange future that came upon them.

Anxiety escalates among the tribes near Chesapeake Bay that the Powhatan might invade.

Among them, Oitotan is said to have suddenly brought his entire tribe to submit to the mysterious great chief.

Some of them gathered at Chesapeake Bay out of anxiety, some with thoughts of consuming food for a while, some just out of curiosity.

So thousands gathered, but they could disperse at any time.

Because they encountered a way of life that was too unfamiliar there.

Living in a confined land, using animals for farming instead of eating them, digging soil with strange tools and sowing seeds.

There was nothing they could understand, and honestly, it was full of inconveniences, but they stayed on this land for now, enduring that bit of discomfort.

Because they were hungry. Because they were anxious.

And one more reason was added to that place.

"He, that is, he can be considered a very powerful spirit."

"...A spirit?"

"Yes. So he doesn't die. He is much stronger and wiser than us."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"He is the executor of a greater will. Uh, Manteo? Could you interpret please?"

"He is... a servant of the Creator. Since we must follow the Creator, we must also follow his words."

...Faith.

It wasn't that they all converted at once. Not many could properly grasp the situation before them.

Some didn't understand. Many questioned why he tried to save those who killed him again instead of punishing them, or whether he was claiming to be a god himself.

Originally, there would be no one to answer such questions.

The Europeans couldn't speak Algonquin, and Manteo, although baptized, didn't have great faith.

And then.

"The Creator left the message to love one another!

The Creator sends angels to defeat demons and protect humans, and that angel is him!"

A new person appeared who could speak Algonquin and knew about Christianity well.

He spoke passionately. He brought up stories about the great Creator who is greater than any spirit and who made and shaped everything in the world, including people.

And he explained the story of how that Creator sent his son to die. Although everyone found it difficult to understand, no one turned away or ignored it.

"Thomas? Preaching again?"

"Ah... Lord Raleigh. Well, if not me, who else would do it?"

"..."

"..."

"...You're enthusiastic."

The one explaining was Thomas Harriot, who had been an atheist.

The listeners were Algonquin people who worshipped spirits and ancestors.

They would mumble all sorts of strange things among themselves or share questions that would make ordinary Christians faint.

Is God male or female? Is God a being with mixed male and female souls? That angel seems to be male, so is God female?

All kinds of strange stories were exchanged and all kinds of sharp questions were asked.

And Harriot, who was neither a priest nor a clergyman, didn't just pass over such questions. As he answered each of the hundreds of questions thrown by hundreds of people, they participated in Harriot's "sermons" just because they wanted to talk.

Thus, a large crack formed in the familiar world of the Algonquin people.

That was the beginning.

Those who had grumbled that they would leave next spring, that they couldn't continue this strange life, split potato seeds and planted them on their own.

When they asked about plowing methods in broken English, European farmers taught them in broken Algonquin and with hands and feet.

Tribes that were half enemies no longer fought. John White's work decreased significantly.

Stride.

So they moved toward a new world.

Early agricultural people are poorer than hunter-gatherers. They are hungrier and struggle with harder labor. This is because the products obtained from undeveloped agriculture are worse than those obtained from hunting and gathering.

That's why many tribes turn back right at the threshold of the so-called 'agricultural revolution'. Not simply because they are ignorant. Because the reward for hard labor is nothing but meager food and a vertical social structure.

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Into their hands are placed crops that have been improved over hundreds to thousands of years. These are products that people in Eurasia and Africa created by shedding countless blood and sweat.

These are given without cost, out of the mercy of the "great chief" and "powerful spirit."

Their fate changes.

They grasp tools that their fathers and mothers have never seen, and accomplish things that their grandfathers and grandmothers could never have imagined.

They cut down forests, transplant trees, plow fields, and engrave their traces on land and nature.

Something that had been crouching for hundreds of years begins to move again.

Manteo and some sensitive individuals felt a resonance coming from their hearts, from the land, sky, and sea. But many didn't know what it was and tilted their heads in confusion.

It was the wind of change.

It was the sensation of fate stirring.

The fate of their sons and daughters, grandsons and granddaughters fleeing westward covered in blood was disappearing.

The fate of being terribly slaughtered by white people, the fate of leaving their homeland walking on blood-painted paths, was twisting and turning.

Of course, no one in Chesapeake Bay knew this fact.

Just that prayer sounds were heard every night.

Only vivid stories about the great spirit that resurrects from death were exchanged.

Even after Nemo came, it didn't seem like much had changed, but.

In fact, everything had changed.