ow calm, also. He did not even stand, and thus he
died, not moving. He was a worthy son of Cornstalk. Young Red Hawk
was a Delaware and, hoping to be spared, he crept into the fire-place
chimney. But he was dragged out, to death. The fourth Indian fought
with his hands, and was cut to pieces.

The murderers of the generous, noble-hearted Cornstalk were never
punished, but they certainly were not admired. The white men who had
met him in war and in peace mourned him as much as the red men did.
And from that day the Shawnee nation "became the most deadly foe to the
inhabitants of the frontiers." Who may blame them?

Meanwhile Logan was living in misery, but he was soon to follow Chief
Cornstalk. His end was far less happy. He had not been much heard
from lately. After he had refused to meet the Long Knives in a peace
talk, the troops had destroyed some of his villages. He and a band of
his Mingos retreated northward toward the Great Lakes.

The Mingos aided the British, but Logan pursued fire-water more
frequently than he did war. He never got over his grief. It had
bitten him too deeply, and had poisoned his thoughts. Still, the good
in him cropped out.

When in 1778 the famous American scout Simon Kenton had been captured
by the Shawnees, he was taken, by the torture trail, to the village in
northern Ohio where Logan was living.

He had little hopes, but Logan walked over to him.

"Well, young man," said Logan in good English, "these other young men
seem very mad at you."

"Yes, sir; they certainly are," frankly answered Simon Kenton. Already
one arm had been almost cut from his shoulder, by an axe.

Logan gravely smiled. "Well, don't be disheartened. I am a great
chief. You are to go to Sandusky; they speak of burning you there, but
I will send two runners tomorrow to speak good for you."

That was the real spirit of Logan. The two runners were sent, and
Simon felt much encouraged. During the next day he was well treated in
the village. He and Logan talked together freely.

In the evening the two runners returned. They went straight to Logan's
lodge, but no word came to Kenton. Now he feared again. He feared
more, when in the morning Logan himself approached him, said only, "You
are to be taken at once to Sandusky," gave him a piece of bread and
whirling on his heel strode gloomily away.

Evidently the power of Logan had weakened, the Shawnees had not
listened, and Sandusky, north o