They were no less cruel to the redmen whom they ruled, and at the height of their bloody careers made futile the Moravian missionaries' long labors, and destroyed the beautiful hamlet of the Christian Indians, called Gnaddenhutten, or Village of Peace.
And while the border produced such outlaws so did it produce hunters Eke Boone, the Zanes, the McCollochs, and Wetzel, that strange, silent man whose deeds are still whispered in the country where he once roamed in his insatiate pursuit of savages and renegades, and who was purely a product of the times.

Civilization could not have brought forth a man like Wetzel.

Great revolutions, great crises, great moments come, and produce the men to deal with them.
The border needed Wetzel.

The settlers would have needed many more years in which to make permanent homes had it not been for him.

He was never a pioneer; but always a hunter after Indians.