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In every stockade, in almost every cabin, there was 

 weeping for husband or father, son, brother, or 

 lover. The best and bravest blood in the land had 

 been shed like water. There was n<5f one who had 

 not lost some close and dear friend, and the heads 

 of all the people were bowed and their hearts sore 

 stricken. 



The bodies of the dead lay where they had fallen, 

 on the hill-slope, and in the shallow river; torn by 

 wolf, vulture, and raven, or eaten by fishes. In a 

 day or two Logan came up with four hundred men 

 from south of the Kentucky, tall Simon Ken ton 

 marching at the head of the troops, as captain of 

 a company. 23 They buried the bodies of the slain 

 on the battle-field, in long trenches, and heaped 

 over them stones and logs. Meanwhile the victo- 

 rious Indians, glutted with vengeance, recrossed 

 the Ohio and vanished into the northern forests. 



The Indian ravages continued throughout the 

 early fall months; all the outlying cabins were de- 

 stroyed, the settlers were harried from the clearings, 

 and a station on Salt River was taken by surprise, 

 thirty-seven people being captured. Stunned by the 

 crushing disaster at the Blue Licks, and utterly dis- 

 heartened and cast down by the continued ravages, 

 many of the settlers threatened to leave the country. 

 The county officers sent long petitions to the Vir- 

 ginia Legislature, complaining that the troops 

 posted at the Falls were of no assistance in check- 

 ing the raids of the Indians, and asserting that the 



23 McBride's "Pioneer Biography," I, 210. 



