Fowle's New Hampshire Gazette And General Advertiser

From the Massachusetts Spy.

The following Instance of Greatness of Soul in an Indian Chief, we apprehend will be acceptable to our Readers.

In the spring of 1774 a robbery and murder were committed on an inhabitant of the frontiers of Virginia, by two Indians of the Shawanese tribe. Instead of considering this as an individual wrong, for which justice on the offenders should have been demanded of the Shawanese, the neighbouring Whites were induced to punish it in a more summary way. Col. C--op, a man infamous for the many murders he has committed on those much injured people, collected a party of Whites, and proceeded down the river Kanhaway, in quest of vengeance. Unhappily a canoe of women and children, with one man only, was seen coming from the opposite shore; unarmed, and in profound peace, little expecting an hostile attack from the Whites. C--op and his party concealed themselves on the bank of the river, and the moment the canoe reached the shore, each singled out his object, and at one fire killed every person in it: This happened to be the family of Logan, an Indian chief, who had long and often distinguished himself as a friend to the Whites. This unworthy and cowardly return provoked his vengeance; he accordingly signalized himself in the war which ensued. In the autumn of the same year, a decisive battle was fought between the collected forces of the Shawanese and a detachment of the army under Lord Dunmore: This nobleman, the Governor of Virginia, though conscious of the injustice of the war, had thought it prudent to raise a strong power in order to compel the Indians to accept of peace on reasonable terms. The battle was fought on the banks of the Ohio; it continued from nine o'clock in the morning, until darkness came on. The Indians were defeated and sued for peace: Logan, however, disdained to be seen among the suppliants; but lest Lord Dunmore should mistrust the sincerity of a treaty, from which so distinguished a chief absented himself, he sent by a messenger a speech to be delivered verbally, which is said to have lost much of its dignity by the translation; it is as follows, viz.

"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 or naked, and he clothed him not. During the last long and bloody war, Logan remained idle in his cabin, an advocate for peace: Such was my affection for the Whites, that those of my own country, pointed as they passed by, and said, Logan is the friend of white men. I had ever thought to have lived among you, but for the injuries of one man. Col. Cresap last spring, in cold blood, and unprovoked, cut off all the relations of Logan, not sparing even my wife and children. There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature: This called on me for vengeance; I have killed many; I have fully glutted my vengeance: For my country I rejoice at the beams of peace, but do not harbour that mine is the joy of fear, for Logan never felt fear: he will not turn on his heel to save his life. Who is there to mourn for Logan! Not one."