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people. In the course of conversation, I thought hitn a 

 man of superior talents, than Indians generally were. 

 The suhject turning on vice and immorality, he confess- 

 ed iiis too great share of this, especially his fondness for 

 liquor. He exclaimed against the white peoj)le tor im- 

 posing liquors upon the Indians ; he otherwise admired 

 their ingenuity ; spoke of gentlemen, hut ohserved the 

 Indians unfortunately had but few of these as their 

 neighbours, &c. He spoke of his friendship to the white 

 people, wished always to be a neighbour to them, in- 

 tended to settle on the Ohio, below Big Beaver; was 

 (to the best of my recollection) then encamped at 

 the mouth of this river, (Beaver,) urged me to pay 

 him a visit, &c. JVote. I was then living at the Mora- 

 vian town on this river, in the neighbourhood of Cus- 

 kuskee. In April 1773, while on my passage down the 

 Ohio for Muskinghum, 1 called at Logan's settlement ; 

 where I received every civility I could expect from such 

 of the family as were at home. 



Indian reports concerning Logan, after the deal!) of 

 his family, ran to this ; that he exerted himself during 

 the Shawanee war, (then so calleil) to take all the re- 

 venge he could, declaring he had lost all confidence in 

 the white people. At the time of negotiation, he de- 

 clared his reluctance in laying down the hatchet, not 

 having (in his. opinion) yet taken amj)le satisfaction ; 

 yet, for the sake of the nation, he would do it. His ex- 

 pressions, from time to time, denoted a deep melan- 

 choly. Life (said he) had become a torment to him : 

 He knew no more what pleasure was : He thought it 

 had been better if he had never existed, &c. &c. Rtj- 

 port further states, that he became in some measure 

 delirious, declared he would kill himself, went to De- 

 troit, drank very freely, and did not seem to care what 

 he did, and what became of himself. In this condition 

 he left Detroit, and on his way between that place and 

 Miami, was murdered.' In October 1781, (while as 

 prisoner on my way to Detroit,) I was shown the spot 

 where this should have happened. Having had an op- 

 portunity since last June of seeing the Rev. David Zeis- 



