ly. The Logan's
Station families returned home from sheltering Harrodsburg, to till
their farms. In March the Kentucky men were organized into a militia:
their posts supposed to be Boonesborough, Harrodsburg and Logan's
Station; their officers, George Rogers Clark as major, Daniel Boone,
James Harrod, Benjamin Logan and John Todd as captains. This same
month some two hundred Shawnees entered Kentucky, to wipe out the
little forts.

On March 7 they first attacked Harrodsburg. Harrodsburg resisted so
bravely that they drew off, to try Boonesborough. A great storm of
sleet and snow halted them, and not until April 24 did one hundred of
them appear before Boone's Fort. Daniel Boone and Squire Boone, their
less than twenty men and their heroic women fought the good fight and
won; but it was a close shave. Daniel Boone almost was tomahawked, and
owed his life to young Simon Kenton.

The Shawnees under Chief Black Fish marched for Logan's Station.

They should have tried Logan's Station first. It mustered a garrison
of only thirteen rifle-bearers, and was the weakest of the three
stockades. Now it had heard from the two other forts, and had done its
best to get ready. But it was short of provisions and of ammunition.

The Indians cunningly took their time. At last the Logan people grew
hopeful that there would be no attack, for nearly a month had passed
since the attack upon Boonesborough. Early in the morning of Friday,
May 30, Mrs. Ann Logan, Mrs. William Whitley and a negress servant went
out to milk the cows; William Hudson, Burr Harrison, John Kennedy and
James Craig were their body-guard. Suddenly, from a brake of cane,
there burst a volley. The Indians!

The persons in the fort rushed to the pickets. They saw the three
women and James Craig running wildly in. They saw John Kennedy
staggering after. He had four bullets to carry. They saw William
Hudson, dead, and being scalped, and Burr Harrison limp upon the ground.

In through the gateway rushed the three women and James Craig;
protected by the rifles, John Kennedy lurched through, also. The heavy
gate was quickly barred, while bullets pattered against the close-set
palings. Then there arose the cry:

"Harrison! Look at Burr! He's trying to make in!"

He had fallen in the full open, half way between the fort and the cane
brake. Now he was working hard to crawl for the gate. He could drag
himself only a few feet at a time. The Indians l