So the Great One decided to make a man to direct the Earth.
What will I make him from?, he thought. He glanced over near him and
saw his pile of pottery mud which he used to make cooking pots
and beautiful pottery. He often shaped the pottery mud and then
he cooked it so it would be strong and the rain would not harm
it. He picked up a hand full of mud and began to shape it. He
rolled it in his hands and he beat on it like we beat on the
pottery clay to get the air bubbles out.

What should this look like?, thought the Great One. He didn't
have a picture or anything to go by like we would. He began to
shape his project and before long he realized he was using arms
and legs and man was looking like his own shape. He said,
"That's okay, he can be like me."

He made man a heart representing the life and he put in a brain like
he had given the other animals. But he thought the man would need
more if this man was to help him direct the earth. He would need
a mind so he could plan and remember things. Then the Great One
thought I want him to keep in contact with me. I need him and he
will often need my help, too. So he gave the man a mind and a
soul to connect the man with the Great One.

The Great One looked out on the planer and began to select the best
place for man to start. Suddenly he heard a clap of thunder. He
said, "Oh, oh, I forgot. He wont last long if I don't
waterproof him." So he heated up the stove to temper the man
and make him strong. He placed the man in the hot oven and rolled
a rock over the opening.

He threw the man into the part of the world we now call Georgia, not
the Georgia like Atlanta, the other Georgia in Europe. We call
him a white man, but you never saw a white man in your life,
maybe pink, maybe beige, but not white.

He threw the man into the part of the world we now call Georgia, not
the Georgia like Atlanta, the other Georgia in Europe. We call
him a white man, but you never saw a white man in your life,
maybe pink, maybe beige, but not white.

The third time he tried to finish the man he turned out a little bit
smaller and a bit yellowed. This one was placed into what we call
China. Next time he liked the smaller size and he cooked him
purely brown, a beautiful small man with nice dark hair. This man
lives in present-day India. But the Great One still was not
satisfied. He tried one more time.

The third time he tried to finish the man he turned out a little bit
smaller and a bit yellowed. This one was placed into what we call
China. Next time he liked the smaller size and he cooked him
purely brown, a beautiful small man with nice dark hair. This man
lives in present-day India. But the Great One still was not
satisfied. He tried one more time.

This time he cooked his creation so carefully that the man looked just
as he planned him: a tall, brown man with beautiful straight
hair. The Great One was so happy he was about to keep this man up
in Galunlati with him, but that would not be a good lesson. He
knew he should finish what he started. But this time he
didn’t hurl the man; instead the Great One went with the man
to find the best place to put this favorite man. They traveled
all over the earth and finally after seven times looking around
the world, the Great One noticed the Southern Appalachians. The
mountains were so beautiful that he knew he would settle his
strong, brown Cherokee man in these Southern mountains.