These spear and arrow points were archaeological anomalies, because they indicated a connection between early man in Europe and North America that in accepted, politically correct scientific dogma, wasn’t supposed to exist. According to established science, history, and “enlightened” liberal thought, Lost Creek itself wasn’t supposed to exist. Meticulous and faultless Carbon-14 dating by the chemistry department at UM, which could not possibly be challenged even by the most puerile and fanatical of liberal or Jewish flacks, demonstrated quite clearly that the age of the ruins, the artifacts, and human remains found at the few Level One strata which had been excavated so far dated to approximately 9,800 radio-carbon years of age, roughly 11,000 calendar years.
To add further to the potential embarrassment of the world scientific community, the skulls of some of the site’s former occupants, photographs of which were also on display in the Shack, were a liberal’s nightmare even worse than the ancient Caucasian skeletons that had been found, because eight of them from the burial tumuli on the northern edge of the site were the only definitive Cro-Magnon remains ever discovered in North America. “Or at least the only ones anyone has ever admitted to finding in North America,” remarked Chancellor Stockdale as he was showing that case of exhibits. The bones were those of tall men and women with strong musculature; there was not a thick-skulled, low-browed Neanderthal or runty Siberian Asian anywhere in sight at Lost Creek. The frontal plumb of the skulls was straight, with small brow ridges, tall foreheads, and prominent chins. Both computerized and clay facial reconstruction of the skulls showed men and women with long faces, deepset eyes, aquiline noses, thin lips, and straight hair that residual DNA testing indicated to have been blond or red in color. Their mitochondrial DNA was Haplogroup N, which connected these early Montana settlers in a straight line with the main Cro-Magnon migration from the Black Sea area 24,000 years previously. No one had any idea on earth how they got to Lost Creek, but gotten there they had.
This was, of course, purest heresy anywhere outside the Northwest Republic, and controversy was already raging in the academic world about the Lost Creek anomalies. Heated controversy, in fact, including hysterical demands from prominent establishment figures in the liberal democracies that the American or East Canadian governments “do something” about it. In point of fact, the authorities had been concerned even before the impending visit of the distinguished foreign experts that some covert attempt from outside the country might be made to damage or compromise the dig site or the artifacts being discovered there, and they were already taking quiet steps to protect the site and the integrity of the excavation. Many of Guardsman Bobby Campbell’s days off he spent out at the site weren’t really days off, and many of the volunteer laborers on the site were also “off duty” Guards. Allura knew, of course, but she didn’t worry about it and made sure she always got a full day’s work out of her husband. “So how was the site discovered?” asked Bob Campbell.
“During the war, just before they got surrounded down in Anaconda, the Americans buried a large cache of artillery shells about half a mile from here, which they no longer had the cannon or the tanks to fire,” Jason told them. “Two years ago some Labor Service kids working for Fish and Wildlife accidentally stumbled across these shells when part of the creek bank collapsed and exposed the boxes. Fish and Wildlife called in the NDF, who removed the ordnance and blew it up in a big-ass controlled explosion, but they figured they’d better check out the area and see if our late unpleasant visitors left us any more surprises. They went over this stretch of woods with metal detectors and subsurface sonar, and they detected the walls of the longhouse and the tumuli in the burial ground, about six feet down, as well as the fact that the mound has hollow chambers inside with as yet unknown content. One of the army officers had sense enough to realize he’d found something, so he toddled on down to Missoula to show Arne Wingard his screen shots of the readings, and we took it from there.”
“Who?” asked Tom.
“Doctor Arne Wingard, head of the archaeology department,” said Allura. “My boss, the guy who is actually in charge of the project. He’s down on the site. You’ll meet him in a bit.”
The main feature of the Shack was a large picture window, through which visitors could view the entire dozen-acre site from the hill. Over the past two years, archaeologists and students from the University of Montana at Missoula had cleared a large patch into the whispering pine forest, on a slight rise above the trickling brown stream that gave the site its name. It was now as active as an ant farm under the afternoon sun, with over fifty students, supervising scholars and staff digging with shovels, or in some cases carefully scraping away with trowels at lumps that might or might not be artifacts. Others trundled the excavated dirt away in wheelbarrows to a special ramp where it was tipped into dump trucks to be hauled away to the university, where the earth would be filtered one last time in case the seekers had missed anything. Looking down at the site, Campbell and Horakova could see long grids cut into the soil and smaller ones pegged out with twine and metal stakes, an arrangement that divided the whole site up into a grid pattern in which each section was about one meter square, so there would be a clear record of what was found where. Surveying and marking the excavation area into grids like this, once the surface detritus was cleared away, was always the first step in preparing any dig site, and it generally took a long time. This was where the nation’s universities with scores of eager young students came in very handy.
“We think that was the actual village area,” said Ally, pointing to the center of the acreage where a large rectangular scar had been cut into the earth.
“Village?” said Campbell.
“Well, I supposed it might better be called a big farmstead,” said Ally. “We’ve found postholes and petrified wood slivers from a stockade of almost three acres that surrounded the site at one time, but the ruins are all centered within that area, so there were probably gardens and small grazing plots for livestock surrounding the structures, if they’d gotten around to domesticating animals in those days, which we’re not sure of. We’ve found skeletal remains of dogs, not wolves, which may have been domesticated by then, and we’ve found the bones of pigs and turkeys and pigeons, but there’s no way to tell if they were domesticated or if they were hunted in the wild. There’s the longhouse and about eight other smaller buildings we’re working on now, but some of the other structures were probably barns, workshops, granaries, and other storage facilities. Most of the people themselves probably lived in the longhouse.”
“How many lived here, do you think?” asked Tom Horakova.
“During which era?” asked Ally. “There are multiple artifact-bearing strata which seem to indicate that the site was inhabited off and on over a period of several thousand years. We figure Lost Creek must have been bigger and deeper back then, and so it was a convenient water source that kept people coming back.” She pointed down toward the site. “For example, that big hole down there is definitely the remains of a longhouse, but it’s only on Level Three, which puts it during the Neolithic period, about six thousand years ago. We need to see what’s underneath it, down at Level One, which judging from the rock and soil strata comes in at around the very end of the Paleolithic.”
“That’s where you found the Caucasian skeletons? Meaning there were unexplained white people in North America as recently as six thousand years ago?” asked Tom.
“We actually found the skeletal remains in the tumuli, over there, which were contemporary with the beginning of Semitic civilization in the Fertile Crescent of the Middle East, so yes,” said Ally.
“I’ll bet the big lefty nabobs at the Harvard and Columbia anthropology departments really groove on that tune,” chuckled Jason.
“But you were asking how many people lived here, Uncle Bob? We don’t know for sure, but the long house is eighty feet by thirty, the biggest Neolithic structure ever found. So say, twenty or thirty families? That’s just a guess, but a fairly e
ducated one. We haven’t gotten down to Level One below the main area yet, except in a few of the trenches, and that will present the most exciting possibilities of all. That’s one of the gifts we’re waiting until our guests get here to unwrap, so they can monitor the whole process from the beginning and testify that we’re not cheating or seeding the site or messing around in any way to try and prove our race was here first. Plus, of course, there’s the mound itself.” She pointed to the right to where a previously wooded hill stood, carefully stripped of all its trees and major impedimenta, awaiting the first shovel. A crew of students stood on top of the mound taking more underground sonar readings. “We haven’t even stuck a single trowel in there. We’re waiting for the Eminent Persons Delegation to start on that, so that they can observe and hopefully participate.”
“You know that our visitors will be forbidden to do that, Ally,” Jason reminded her. “Their respective governments insist on a strict no-hands-on stipulation in the agreement by which their travel permits to the Republic were issued. If the foreign experts actually participate in any way in the dig, then that might be construed as collaboration and recognition of UM as an institution of learning and of ourselves as fellow scholars, and that cannot and must not be. We’re all fascist thugs, remember. We are beyond the pale.”
“One does one’s best,” chortled Tom Horakova.
“Yes, I know all about the looky-loo-only terms, Mr. Chancellor,” said Ally. “But once we get into that mound, knowing what the earth-penetrating sonar tells us we’re going to discover, I find it very difficult to believe that truly dedicated scientists like Doctor Haskins and Professor Martineau from the Sorbonne will be able to resist picking up the odd trowel and digging in. When they understand what we’ve found here, they won’t be able to help themselves.”
“And what exactly have you found here, Ally?” asked Tom. “Sorry, I just got off the blower with Olympia and they did give me a briefing, but I’d like to hear you fill me in.”
“Me, too,” said Bob Campbell. “Oh, my kids got the Solutrean thing in school, of course, just like everybody in the Republic, but what exactly makes Lost Creek so special?”
“Two things of major importance so far,” said Allura. “First off, there’s the Cro-Magnon-style tumulus burials, which archaeologically speaking is about like finding a London double-decker bus a thousand miles out and two miles under the Pacific Ocean. They’re just plain not supposed to be here, and in the absence of any other explanation I think some of us are almost ready to listen to space alien theories. I’m sure you’ve heard of Kennewick Man?”
“Oh, yeah,” said Bob. “A prehistoric white man who inconsiderately showed up in Kennewick, Washington, back in the 1990s, with a very embarrassing carbon dating that showed he was around before the Indians. Got all the redskins’ noses out of joint.”
“Not to mention the noses of the politically correct academic and scientific establishment of the day,” put in Jason Stockdale. “When Kennewick Man came along the lefty-libs of academe suddenly announced, based on no evidence whatsoever, that the Indians marched over here across the land bridge from Siberia a good forty thousand years ago. By just picking a figure out of their bumpus like that, they’d make damned good and sure their redskin protegés got here before any annoying whiteboys like KM. Forty thousand years sounds like a nice round number, until one realizes that there is not one jot of anthropological evidence for the existence of Indians as such in America before about eight thousand or so years ago, and even then the evidence isn’t conclusive as to their racial makeup.
“Even the oldest of the Anasazi pueblos in Arizona and New Mexico are only about three thousand years old, and they’re amazingly bare of any really old human remains, which is very strange indeed when you consider how many people must have lived in those things. Sure, they’ve found Indian skeletons in the Southwest pueblos, including bones that bear signs of violent death and cannibalism, but very recent in archaeological terms. Almost like the Indians moved into structures that were already erected by somebody else many centuries before. All of America is like that. No Indian skulls, no bones, no burial sites going back more than a few millennia. No settlements or camp sites found, no Neolithic latrines so we can get DNA from coprolites, nothing, zip, zilch, nada. True, there are beaucoup Clovis and Folsom points found all over North America, dating back almost thirteen and a half thousand years, but who made them? There are no indication at all of where the makers of those artifacts came from, or who they were. They may even have been Neanderthal, for all anybody really knows. Or they may have been Kennewick Man’s uncles and cousins. The important thing to realize is that not only was KM here nine thousand years ago, he was almost certainly here first, and that is what is blew minds in the groves of academe around the world.”
“Well, we’re pretty sure we’ve found Kennewick Man’s relations here, as recently as Level Three, but also at Level Two, which was about nine thousand years ago and contemporary with KM,” Allura informed them. “We’ve proven that he wasn’t just some kind of bizarre fluke dropped out of the sky by a UFO. There were others like him, and along with the Cro-Magnon remains from the Level One tumuli, the world scientific community has been thrown for a loop. That’s just plain not supposed to be, by the standards of accepted prehistory. But not only do we have Cro-Magnons here in North America, we have apparently modern Caucasian people inhabiting the same site thousands of years later. The question about KM was never that he was white—the initial anthropological and scientific testing of the skeletal remains before political correctness got involved was conclusive that he was, and the United States government never did allow any DNA testing before the remains disappeared. But how did he get there? Where were the rest of his people, and what happened to them? Was there some kind of mutation or evolution down from the Cro-Magnons, who actually had brains larger than our own? We think we may be able to finally answer some of those questions here at Lost Creek, because we haven’t found just a few bone fragments and a partial skull like KM or the Spirit Cave mummy, we’ve found over three dozen from various epochs and probably more to come, not to mention what’s in the mound. Those have to be burial chambers on that schematic! Add to that what’s left of several large farmsteads or small villages down through the centuries before men were even supposed to be erecting structures for shelter, when scientific orthodoxy has us all wandering the African savannah like baboons or living in caves. As I said, this site went through several periods of habitation. Already the things we’ve discovered are incredible.”
“But the problem is that no one will believe any of the answers we find,” said Jason. “Remember, we’re wicked and horrible and violent racist criminals who were so naughty as to defeat the mighty and wonderful United States of America, for which we can never be forgiven. We are incapable of producing anything of worth, and if by some chance we should come up with incontrovertible evidence that white people were present in North America prior to the Indians, then of course it’s all a lie and evil Nazi propaganda. No one in the outside world will be allowed even to hear of it. If they do, then any suggestion that the Lost Creek evidence be examined fairly and judged according to its actual merits will be shouted down. Anyone attempting to conduct a serious and unbiased debate on the Solutrean hypothesis will be arrested, probably tortured into recanting, and then buried alive for hatecrime. Liberal democracy has always manifested a violent aversion to the truth, especially when that truth contradicts their ideology. We’ve pretty much shredded their vile Holocaust myth—thank God—and they can’t afford to lose another one, the legend of the brutal white conquistadors who brought nothing but whiskey and smallpox to the gentle and noble and defenseless little Indians who were here first.”
“Like the heart-ripping Aztecs and the cannibal Pawnees and the turd-eating Karankawas,” remarked Allura sarcastically.
“For which we were repaid with tobacco and syphilis,” chuckled Tom. “Hey, the redskins got their licks in!”
“Oh, they would never have come at all if their own governments hadn’t given them the necessary permits,” said Jason. “Remember, travel to the NAR is still illegal throughout almost all the Western world, and people who want to come here have to take flights to Russia or Ireland or Argentina and then transfer to Northwest Air, or else run the McCurtain, although that’s pretty easy these days on the American border.”
“Yeah, it’s Aztlan that’s the rough one,” agreed Tom.
“So why did several Zionist-ruled countries, including East Canada, which is probably our worst enemy in the world, issue exit permits to let these experts come here and examine the site?” asked Bob.
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