Golden Mountain Bay gathered the rivers of the eastern upstream, and the plains along the rivers were suitable places to settle. Thus, in this vast bay region, there were naturally many, many native tribes.
The fleet set up camp at West Mountain Port. Only two or three days passed before Indian hunters paddling canoes watched from afar on the great lake to the east. Zuwaro personally led a longship, trying to make contact with the scout-like Tribal Hunters, but the other side fled as if flying.
"The Tribal Hunters here are so wary..."
Seeing this, Zuwaro frowned and pondered inwardly.
"It seems the tribes of Golden Bay likely slaughter each other and aren't all that peaceful."
Over the next few days, hunters in different attire carefully appeared from the north and south of the great lake, gazing at the fleet from afar. They clearly belonged to different tribes.
Time was tight, so everyone in the fleet temporarily put the surrounding tribes aside. It was already mid-June, and planting Corn and beans was already somewhat late. Everyone was busy building thatched huts and grass sheds, opening up the land along the river, and planting the crops from the ships as quickly as possible. Fortunately, Potatoes were cold-resistant crops and could be planted a bit later. As for Sweet Potatoes, as long as they could grow, there would be some harvest.
After a dozen days of such busyness, the shore roughly had the beginnings of a camp. Perhaps seeing that the fleet intended to settle, at last a canoe with five Tribal Hunters paddled over from the northern bay to meet the landed fleet.
"Ah-hi! You, what tribe are you from? What do you want to do here?"
A strong Miwok hunter stepped down from the canoe and came before exploration captain