these officials.
He had claim to land extending into Pennsylvania; Fort Pitt, at present
Pittsburg, was garrisoned by Virginia troops, and he wanted to keep
them there, to help his land schemes.

April 25, 1774, he issued a proclamation calling upon the commander at
Fort Pitt to be ready to repel the Indians. The commander called on
the border settlers.

There was great excitement. Almost at once the peace chain that Logan
had received from his father Shikellemus was broken. He and his wife
and relatives, and a number of Shawnees and Delawares, were encamped
along Yellow Creek. This emptied into the Ohio River a few miles below
Beaver Creek, his former home.

On the very day after the commander at Fort Pitt had issued his notice
to the border people to arm, from Wheeling, on the Ohio in West
Virginia, Captain Michael Cresap led a party of militia and
frontiersmen to hunt Indians.

They promptly killed two friendly Shawnees at Pipe Creek, fourteen
miles below Wheeling. The Shawnees had no time in which to make
resistance. The next Indians who were attacked, fired back; one white
man was wounded. Among the Indians killed in these two meetings was a
relative of Logan.

Captain Cresap started north to wipe out Chief Logan's camp. He well
knew that as soon as the word of the killings reached the camp, trouble
might break. On the way his heart failed him. He was a hot-headed
man, he hated Indians--but he balked at shooting women and children.
So he turned aside, with his party.

There were white men not so particular as he. On Baker's Bottom,
opposite the mouth of Yellow Creek, lived Joshua Baker, whose principal
business was that of selling rum to the Indians. In the same
settlement lived Daniel Greathouse--"a ruffian in human shape," and an
enemy to all Indians.

Greathouse, too, was inspired to "strike the post," in the worst Indian
fashion. He gathered thirty-two whites, and hid them in Baker's house.
He feared that the Logan camp had heard of the Cresap killings, so he
crossed over the river, to investigate.

A friendly squaw warned him to go back, or he might be harmed, for the
camp was very angry. Back he went. Because he was afraid to attack
the camp with his thirty-two men, he invited the Indians over, to drink
"peace" with him. He was a rum seller, himself.

On April 30, they came. First a canoe containing six warriors, Logan's
sister, another woman, and a little girl. The warriors were