vidual sorrow that I ever read. It has been frequently
quoted--nevertheless there may be some to whom it may be new, and I
shall transcribe it for their use. It is the language of truth and
nature clothed in its most beautiful form.

"In the year 1774, a robbery having been committed by some
Indians upon the white settlers on the Ohio, the latter
undertook, in a summary way, to punish the outrage. They
surprised, at different times, several of the Indian
hunting parties, with their women and children, and murdered
many of them. Among these was the family of Logan, a
celebrated chief, who had always distinguished himself as
the friend of the whites. This ungrateful return provoked
his vengeance, and in the war which ensued he highly
signalized himself. In the autumn of that year, the Indians
were defeated in a decisive battle, and sued for peace.
Logan, however, disdained to be seen among the suppliants.
But, in order that no distrust might arise in the treaty on
account of the absence of so celebrated a warrior, he sent,
by the hands of General Gibson, the following speech, to be
delivered to Lord Dunmore, the governor of Virginia:--

"I appeal to any white man to say if ever he entered Logan's
cabin hungry, and he gave him not meat: if ever he came cold
and naked, and he clothed him not. During the course of the
last long and bloody war, Logan remained idle in his cabin,
an advocate for peace. Such was my love for the whites, that
my countrymen pointed as they passed, and said, 'Logan is
the friend of white men.' I had even thought to have lived
with you, but for the injuries of one man. Colonel Crespal,
the last spring, in cold blood and unprovoked, murdered all
the relations of Logan, not even sparing my women and
children. There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of
any living 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;
but do not harbour a 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."

III. THE LEGEND OF POMPERAUG.

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