The Cherokee went to the little
men for their advice. They were told they must kill the sun.
The Cherokee asked the rattlesnake to kill the sun
for them. He coiled beside the door and when the daughter opened the door for her
mother, he struck. The brilliance of the sun had blinded him and he had struck the
daughter in error, and she died.
The sun veiled herself in clouds to mourn the
daughter and the rains caused flooding. The little men told the Cherokee that they
must go to the land of the dead and bring back the spirit of the daughter.
Seven of the bravest warriors armed with
Bois’darc sticks traveled to the land of the dead. Striking the spirit seven times
they put her in a large box to travel home. The spirit awoke " I am so
thirsty" she said, they ignored her. " I am so hungry she said" again
they ignored her. Suddenly she cried, "I can’t breath, I will surely die."
