The frontier is bloody with violence. Vigilante mobs roam the countryside. The Cayuga leader Logan has sworn off bloodshed. He participated in neither the French and Indian War nor Pontiac's alliance. Now, as hostilities continue to defile the peace, Logan removes his people out of harm's way to a secluded spot along Yellow Creek.

Screams shatter the silence. Logan, away hunting, cannot hear them. He cannot hear a tomahawk slice through the belly of his pregnant sister, or the groan of his family as they die slowly along Yellow Creek. Logan, away hunting, is alone.

"In the spring of 1774, a robbery and murder occurred in some of the white settlements on the Ohio, which were charged to the Indians, through perhaps not justly, for it is well known that a large number of civilized adventurers were traversing the frontiers at this time, who sometimes disguised themselves as Indians, and who thought little more of killing one of that people than shooting a buffalo."

- Benjamin Thatcher, United States.

"I appeal to any white man to say, if ever he entered Logan's cabin hungry, and he gave him not meat; if ever he came cold and naked, and he clothed him not. During the course of the last long and bloody war, Logan remained idle in his cabin, an advocate for peace. Such was my love for the whites, that my countrymen pointed as they passed, and said, "Logan is the friend of 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 runs 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. But do not harbor a thought 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."

First Opened: November 13, 2000
Revised: June 2004