not till the last years of his life that he became hostile, and then only 

 in revenge for sorrow caused by the murder of his relatives. 



He was living in Ohio at the time of "that bloody perlude to the 

 Revolution," the Dunmore War, the purpose of which was to exterm- 

 inate the Indians of that region. The noted Chief, Cornstalk, aware 

 that hostilities had advanced too far to remain unnoticed, requested 

 that a council should be called, and as Lord Dunmore's troops ap- 

 proached, a white man named Elliott was sent to meet them, carrying 

 a flag of truce. He asked for someone who could understand the 

 Indian language. 



Colonel John Gibson returned with him to Camp Charlotte, on 

 Scippo Creek, and found Cornstalk waiting, in company with eight 

 other chiefs and five hundred warriors. Though probably desiring 

 peace, they had painted their faces half black and half red, to show 

 their indifference. 



In spite of all persuasion, Logan, embittered by his losses, refused 

 to attend the council. According to Colonel Gibson's sworn state- 

 ment, however, the chief met him, and they walked together into the 

 woods, and sat on a log under the old elm. Captain Williamson, one 

 of Dunmore's soldiers, identified the tree as the exact spot where the 

 words were spoken which have become celebrated as "Logan's 

 Speech." 



"I appeal to any white man to say if he ever entered Logan's 

 cabin, hungry, and he gave them not meat; if he ever came cold and 

 naked, and he clothed him not? During the course of the last long 

 and bloody war, Logan remained idle in his camp, an advocate for 

 peace. Such was my love for the whites that my countrymen pointed 

 as I passed, and said, 'Logan is the friend of the white man,' I had 

 ever thought to have lived with you but for the injuries of one man. 

 Colonel Cresap, the last spring, in cold blood and unprovoked, mur- 

 dered all the relations 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 vengeance. 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 don't 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." 



On October 2, 1912, the old elm was presented by residents of 

 Pickaway County to the State of Ohio, to be cared for and preserved 

 as an historic relic. 



The tree measures seven feet in circumference, and the spread 

 of its branches is one hundred and fifty feet. Specialists have put it 

 in fine condition, and it is protected by an iron railing, and bids fair 

 to remain for many a year to come, as a monument to the memory 

 of the Indian Chief, Logan, of whom it was said by his friend, Judge 

 Brown, "He was the best specimen of humanity, white or red, I have 

 ever encountered." 



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