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and Was the principal cause of the long and bloody war which followed. The settlers on
the border sent messengers to Governor Dunmore at Williamsburg for immediate relief
parties. Knowing well that the Indians would not allow this massacre to go unavenged
the frontiersmen erected forts and blockhouses.
Logan, the famous Mingo chief, had been a noted friend of the white men. After the
murder of his people he made ceaseless war upon them. He incited the wrath of the
Hurons and the Delawares. He went on the warpath, and when his lust for vengeance
had been satisfied he sent the following remarkable address to Lord Dunmore:
"I appeal to any white man to say if ever he entered Logan's cabin and he gave him not
meat: if ever he came cold and naked and he clothed him not. During the course of the
last long and bloody war Logan remained idle in his cabin, an advocate of peace. Such
was my love for the whites that my countrymen pointed as they passed and said: 'Logan
is the friend of the white man.' I had even thought to have lived with you but for the
injuries of one man, Colonel Cresop, who, last spring, in cold blood and unprovoked,
murdered all the relatives 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 upon me for
vengeance. I have sought it: I have killed many; I have glutted my vengeance. For my
country I will rejoice at the beams of peace. But do not harbor a thought that mine is the
joy of fear. Logan never felt fear; he could not turn upon his heel to save his life. Who is
there to mourn for Logan? Not one."
The war between the Indians and the pioneers was waged for years. The settlers
pushed farther and farther into the wilderness. The Indians, who at first sought only to
save their farms and their stock, now fought for revenges That is why every ambitious
pioneer who went out upon those borders carried his life in his hands: why there was
always the danger of being shot or tomahawked from behind every tree; why wife and
children were constantly in fear of the terrible enemy.
To creep unawares upon a foe and strike him in the dark was Indian warfare; to an
Indian it was not dishonorable; it was not cowardly. He was taught to hide in the long
grass like a snake, to shoot from coverts, to worm his way stealthily through the dense
woods and to ambush the paleface's trail. Horrible cruelties, such as torturing white
prisoners and burning them at the stake never heard of before the war made upon the
Indians by the whites.
Comparatively little is known of the real character of the Indian of that time. We
ourselves sit before our warm fires and talk of the deeds of the redman. We while away
an hour by reading Pontiac's siege of Detroit, of the battle of Braddock's fields, and of
Custer's last charge. We lay the book down with a fervent expression of thankfulness
that the day of the horrible redman is past. Because little has been written on the
subject, no thought is given to the long years of deceit and treachery practiced upon
Pontiac; we are ignorant of the causes which led to the slaughter of Braddock's army,
and we know little of the life of bitterness suffered by Sitting Bull.