e Island, and there kept them for two
or three days. Then he went with these also, to Plymouth.

If Captain Church had stayed at Plymouth, very likely he would have
saved the life of old Annawan, whom he much admired. However, he was
ordered out upon another hunt, which resulted in the surrender, this
time, of Chief Tispaquin. That over with, he went to Boston; and when
he returned to Plymouth from Boston he found the heads of Annawan and
Tispaquin cut off and stuck up for all to see.

This is what had occurred: Tispaquin had claimed to be a wizard whom
bullets could not harm. "In that case," said the Plymouth people, "we
will shoot at you, and if your wicked claim is true, you shall live";
so the government soldiers stood him up and shot at him, and of course
he died. And as old Annawan could not deny that he had put some of his
prisoners to death, he was shot, also.

Captain Church served New England in other Indian wars through almost
thirty more years. He was made commander-in-chief of all the Plymouth
Colony forces, and as major and colonel campaigned by horse, foot and
boat clear up to Canada. He prospered in business, and likewise grew
very large in body, until, in January, 1718, he was killed, aged
seventy-eight, by a fall from his horse.

[1] See "Boys' Book of Indian Warriors."

CHAPTER II

THE ATTACK ON LOGAN'S STATION (1777)

AND THE NOBLE DEED OF CAPTAIN LOGAN

Upon the old Indian frontier of Virginia and Kentucky the year 1777 was
known as "the three bloody sevens." The American settlers had crossed
the Cumberland Mountains dividing Virginia and Kentucky, to make new
homes in a fair land reported upon by the great Daniel Boone.

John Findlay of North Carolina had been the first to explore Kentucky,
in 1767. His story of his trip and of the wonderfully fertile realm
that he had discovered stirred the hearts of the Boone brothers. In
1769 Daniel Boone, his brother-in-law John Stuart, Joseph Holden, James
Mooney and William Cooley, guided by the old but stout-limbed Findlay
(a peddler by trade and a hunter by nature) crossed the Cumberland Gap
Mountain of eastern Kentucky, and with horses and packs traveled still
westward into that country where white foot had only once before
trodden.

But they had confidence in John Findlay. Daniel Boone had scouted with
him a dozen years back, when General Braddock, his British regulars and
his Virginia riflemen, had been shattered by the F