-shin-wah, but only forty or fifty others in killed and wounded.
But when they hastened for their towns they found them in danger from
the Lord Dunmore column.

Governor Dunmore sent Chief White-eyes, of the Delawares, who had not
joined in the war, to ask Chief Cornstalk for a talk. Chief White-eyes
returned with no answer, for the Cornstalk chiefs were in bitter
council.

Cornstalk addressed them:

"You would not make peace before Point Pleasant; what is your voice
now, when the Long Knives are pressing on in two columns?"

There was no reply.

"We cannot save our villages," he continued. "If your voice is for
war, let us first kill our women and children. Then let us warriors go
out and fight like men until we, too, are killed."

Still no reply. Cornstalk dashed his hatchet into the council post.

"You act like children," he thundered. "I will go and make peace,
myself."

And leaving his hatchet sticking in the post, go he did.

Logan had not been here. He was away, down in Virginia, scouting with
his Mingos, and delivering his note to Captain Cresap. On October 21
he arrived with scalps.

He refused to meet the governor.

"Tell the governor that I am a warrior, not a councillor," he bade.

His sore heart was not yet healed. His Mingos were for war. The
Revolution was brewing, and Governor Dunmore was anxious to be about
his own affairs. So he sought out Logan with two messengers, Scout
Simon Girty, and Trader John Gibson, who spoke the Mingo tongue. They
returned with Logan's stubborn answer, written out by John Gibson:

I appeal to any white 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, bloody war [the French and Indian
and the Pontiac 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 the white men."

I had even thought to have lived with you, but for the injuries of one
man. Col. Cresap, the last spring, in cold blood, and unprovoked,
murdered all the relatives 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