do not harbor 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!

Trader Gibson reported that while making this speech, Logan wept. The
sad-hearted chief probably did not put his words in exactly this order,
but they made a great sensation. Soon they were being repeated
throughout all the Ohio River country, and east of the Alleghanies, in
towns, cabins and camps.

"Who is there to mourn for Logan?" would ask some voice, in the circle.
And another voice would reply, with deep feeling: "Not one!"

President Thomas Jefferson included the speech in a book that he
published--"Notes on Virginia," and said that he challenged the
orations of the world to produce anything better.

It was copied into other books. School-children memorized it, for
"speaking day"; grown people used it, in contests; and for one hundred
years it was the favorite platform piece. Thus Logan lived in the
white man's words.

Still Logan did not come in to the peace talk held with Governor
Dunmore, southeast of present Circleville in south central Ohio. The
Shawnees and Delawares said:

"Logan is like a mad dog. His bristles are up; they are not yet
fallen, but the good talk may smooth them down."

He stayed close in his cabin, up the Scioto River, and Cornstalk spoke
for the Shawnees, Delawares and Wyandots. It was another great address.

"I have heard the first orators of Virginia--Patrick Henry and Richard
Henry Lee," declared Colonel Benjamin Wilson, of Dunmore's men, "but
never have I heard one whose powers surpassed those of Cornstalk on
that occasion."

Cornstalk told of the wrongs suffered by the Indians, in their hunting
grounds; how they were losing the lands of their fathers, and were
being cheated by the white men. He asked that nobody be permitted to
trade, on private account, with the Indians, but that the Government
should send in goods, to be exchanged for skins and furs, and that no
"fire water" should enter into the business, for "from fire water there
comes evil."

Then he buried the hatchet. He never dug it up. When the Revolution
broke, in 1776, and the British agents urged the Indians to strike the
post again and help their great father, the king, Cornstalk held firm
for friendship with the Americans.

In the spring of 1777, he and young Red Hawk the Delaware, and another
Indian came down to the American