Two weeks after his encounter with the bear, Adils traveled over to the next valley to trade with the natives. All he brought with him were a few gold pieces that he had brought with him from Finland. The natives were very superstitious, and he was sure that those gold pieces would get him a good amount of food.
Adils got close enough to the camp to see that it had been raided. Nothing moved within the camp, and all was silent.
Wait, what was that? Adils asked himself. He thought he had heard a faint whimper of a young child. He walked closer to the camp, and sure enough there was a small boy sitting in the dirt with his head in between his knees. He was obviously crying.
Adils was about to walk up to the boy when four other natives appeared from out of the forest. They all carried spears, and were covered in red, and blue paint. They walked tall. It was clear that these were the men who had raided the village, and now they came back for the boy. One of the bad men stepped up to the boy with a club held in his hand. The boy stopped crying and looked up at the man. The two talked back and forth in a language that Adils could not understand, and then out of nowhere the man frowned. It was not a sad frown, but one out of anger and hate. He lifted up the club and prepared to hit the boy on the head.
Adils yelled out, and sprinted towards the man who was about to kill the child. He unsheathed his axe and swung it at the man, striking him in the stomach, almost splitting him in half as if he were a piece of wood.
One of the other natives ran toward him with his spear. Adils hit it aside with his axe, and then he turned around and slashed at the man’s neck, but he missed. The man in return lunged at him with his spear, stabbing him in the thigh right above the kneecap. Adils yelped in pain, and pulled the spear from his leg. He threw it aside, and again ran towards the native, his axe swinging. This time he hit the man in the chest and the head, sending him to the ground.
Adils stopped, caught is breath, and looked around for the third native. He was nowhere in sight. He then noticed the boy staring at him. “Do you want to come with me? To my cabin?” Adils said to the boy making hand gestures toward him, and the direction of his cabin. The boy seemed to understand him, and nodded. He followed Adils all the way back to his cabin.
Throughout the winter the boy and Adils had become to like one another. The boy told Adils that his name was Hotah, and he taught Adils much about the land. In return Adils taught the boy how to speak his language.
One night when the two were sitting around the fire, Hotah told Adils something that he did not want to hear. “Men be coming for us in spring,” he said, “They kill both of us, and take scalps.” Adils knew this was the truth, but he thought nothing of it and went to sleep.