dren come to know the meaning of this tree and
feel the real eloquence of the speech.

The version of the speech here given is found in Jefferson's Notes and
is as follows:

"I appeal to any white man to say, if ever he entered Logan's cabin
hungry and I gave him not meats; if ever he came cold or naked and
I gave him not clothing. During the course of the last long and
bloody war, Logan remained in his tent an advocate for peace. Nay,
such was my love for the whites, that those of my own country
pointed at me as they passed by and said, 'Logan is the friend of
white men.' I had even thought to live with you, but for the
injuries of one man. Colonel Cresap, the last spring, in cold
blood, and unprovoked, cut off all the relatives of Logan; not
sparing even any women and children. There runs not a drop of my
blood in the veins of any human creature. This called on me for
revenge. I have sought it. I have killed many. I have fully glutted
my vengeance. For my country, I rejoice at the beams of peace. Yet,
do not harbor the thought that mine is the joy of fear. Logan never
felt fear. He will not turn on his heel to save his life. Who is
there to mourn for Logan? Not one."

--_F. B. Pearson._

LITTLE DOG TRAY.

When at the close of a wearisome day
Homeward disheartened, you moodily stray,
What would you take for your little dog Tray?
Take for the wag of his tail?

Sitting alone at the old picket gate,
Little dog Tray will patiently wait
Watching: No matter if early or late
Slow is the wag of his tail.

Look! see him start as a form comes in view!
What has the dog with that vision to do?
How does he tell that he knows it is you?
Just by the wag of his tail.

Oh, the wild glee in his rhythmical song
Sung in the motion that keeps him along!
Is it a love that he bears for the throng?
Judge by the wag of his tail.

Swift as the wind he has run to your side,
Eager and happy to show you his pride;
Bounding aloft, then ahead as your guide
Merrily wagging his tail.

No one may know why he loves you so well
Nor if your voice or your face weave the spell
But that he loves you his actions will tell,
Such as the wag of his tail.

Loves you and shares in your hunger and thirst
Riches and poverty, landed or cursed,
Always the same, for