Such was my love for the whites that my countrymen pointed as they passed and said, 'Logan is the friend of the white men.' I had even thought to have lived with you but for the injuries of one man.

Colonel Cresap, the last spring, in cold blood and unprovoked, murdered all the relations of Logan, not even sparing my women and children.

There remains not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living 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.