Town Creek Indian Mound (31 MG 2) is a prehistoric Native American archaeological site located near Mount Gilead, Montgomery County, North Carolina, in the United States. The site, whose main features are a platform mound with a surrounding village and palisade, was built by the Pee Dee, a South Appalachian Mississippian culture people (a regional variation of the Mississippian culture) that developed in the region as early as 980 CE and thrived in the Pee Dee River region of North and South Carolina during the Pre-Columbian era. The Town Creek site was occupied from about 1150—1400 CE. The Pee Dee were part of a larger complex society known for building earthwork mounds for spiritual and political purposes. They also participated in a widespread network of trading that stretched from Georgia through South Carolina, eastern Tennessee, and as well as the mountain and Piedmont regions of North Carolina. The Town Creek site is not large by Mississippian standards. The mound was built over the remains of an earlier rectangular shaped earth lodge. The site was declared a National Historic Landmark on October 15, 1966 as reference number 66000594. The site is the only national historic landmark in North Carolina that commemorates American Indian heritage.
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