The Speech of Logan, a Shawanese Chief, to Lord Dunmore
From American Archives, 4th series, 1:1020
I appeal to any white man to say, if ever he entered Logan's cabin hungry and I gave him not meat; if ever he cam cold or naked and I gave him not clothing. During the course of the last long and bloody war Logan remained in his tent, an advocate for peace; nay, such was my love for the whites, that those of my own country pointed at me as they passed by, and said, "Logan is the friend of white men." I had even thought to live with you, but for the injuries of one man. Colonel Cresap. The last Spring, in cold blood and unprovoked, cut off all the relations of Logan, not sparing even my women and children. There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any human creature. This called on me for revenge. 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 do not harbour the though 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.