By Raven Hail
old ones say that long, long ago in the year of the Big Harvest, the
land of the Cherokees was becoming too densely populated and they
realized they must spread out into neighboring lands in order to grow
and prosper. The Peace chief sent out a party of the leading men of the
Nation to talk with the neighboring Creeks, who claimed vast areas of
land which would be suitable. The Creeks were not as strong as the
Cherokees; they had been at war for a long time.
Cherokees sat in Council with the Creeks to arrange the terms of the
exchange of territory. This Council lasted for many days, for there
were many amenities to be observed. It is polite to sit in complete
silence at the beginning. First the Medicine Woman must enact the
lengthy Invocation; then the Peace Pipe Ceremony must be performed. The
Pipe is passed leisurely around to each member in turn. Some elaborate
speeches of greeting and the presentation of gifts must express the
good will of the visitors. These must be answered by the hosts. All
this must not be hurried, lest it appear that they were eager to get
the business over with and go on home. At the end of each day, the
Creeks prepared an elaborate feast which was served by the young
maidens. The most beautiful maiden of them all was the daughter of the
the ranks of the Cherokee group was Little Hawk, nephew and heir of one
of the powerful Red Chiefs. The first night he sat long around the
camp' fire composing a love song. The next afternoon he did not appear
at the council meeting. He was playing the new song on his flute near
the lodge of the Chief of the Creeks.
met in secret and enjoyed the thrill of a forbidden adventure. They
gathered wildflowers; they waded barefoot across the stream, following
after the shrill cry of the blue jay. He told her of the land of his
people, where the sun is always shining and the cold winds never blow.
He knew that he was expected to choose a wife from the proper Clan of
an important Cherokee Village, thus increasing the power and solidarity
of the Nation. But the Redbird Spirit of Love pays no heed to the
notions of nations, and fluttered at the breast of the young Muskogee
maiden, the Daughter of the Chief.
young lovers finally agreed that when the Council was ended, and his
people went on their way, he would come for her. They planned that if
he should be detained, she would hide in the thicket at the bend of the
river, and he would come for her there.
Creeks agreed to move back past the banks of the Chattahoochee to allow
for the expansion of the Cherokee Nation. Some of the Creek Warriors
objected to the trading away of their lands and wanted to fight for it,
but the Chief could see that there was no chance of saving the land. He
argued that it was better to trade it away than to lose it, along with
when the Cherokees had left, and the Daughter of the Chief was missing,
the Creek Warriors joined in the search for her. Unfortunately, they
were the first to find her hiding place. When Little Hawk arrived, he
found her - dead. He buried her there, and rejoining his own group,
started the long journey homeward.
returned the next Spring and found among the bright green leaves that
grew over her mound the tender white petals of the wild rose. He knelt
beside it and called it The Rose of the Cherokee, for he had claimed
her for his own. He carried it back to his home and planted it. But
long before the winter was over, he grew eager to see the blossoms
again; so he went back to her grave and waited there until death came.
flowers spread throughout the land of the Cherokees and to this day,
the Cherokee Rose is the first flower to bloom - her eager face opening
early in Spring to welcome the return of her loved one.