throughout its extraordinary and romantic history. If the same kind of Connecticut Yankees had originally settled along the Juniata, or if they were induced to do so now, it would soon wear a different aspect. Their industry and practical enterprise would soon blaze forth in spirited rays, and the whole valley would resound with the clatter of machinery-the thunders of the hammer-the blaze of the furnace -the rattle of the loom.

Lewistown might become a more important place, even as a summer resort. Considered in this respect, it combines every requisite advantage, and all that is wanted is one or two spacious hotels, showy and well-conducted. There are two or three respectable inns in the centre of the town, but these are too much exposed to gossipping loafers to merit any considerable patronage from summer tourists. The hotels for the accommodation of travellers should be located nearer the railroad. A citizen of Lewistown, in a letter published some years ago, in one of the borough papers, says: "The scenery is the finest in the world; we breathe the pure mountain air. Our clear streams abound with fish, particularly trout. Our forests are filled with game of every description; and Milliken's Spring, on a farm adjoining the town, is

ascertained to possess all the medicinal qualities of the Bedford water, particularly in bilious complaints."

The celebrated Indian Chief, Logan, lived in this part of the valley when the whites first arrived. His cabin was near the wild gorge in Jack's mountain, and the history of the county of which this was formerly a part, is full of anecdotes relating to him. Logan was probably the most eloquent Indian orator of which we have any account. He was the Clay of the Indian people; and in natural dignity, independence of spirit, and loftiness of purpose, few whites have surpassed him.

Near the village of REEDVILLE, about six miles from Lewistown, is a beautiful spring, near which the orator often dwelt. The following anecdote, related by the late Judge Brown, one of the earliest settlers, is connected with this spot:

"The first time I ever saw that spring," said the old gentleman, "my brother, James Reed, and myself, had wandered out of the valley in search of land, and finding it very good, we were looking about for springs. About a mile from this we started a bear, and separated to get a shot at him. I was travelling along, looking about on the rising

camp. There I first met your father. We remained together in the valley a week, looking for springs and selecting lands, and laid the foundation of a friendship which never has had the slightest interruption.

"We visited Logan at his camp, at Logan's Spring, and your father and he shot at a mark for a dollar a shot. Logan lost four or five rounds, and acknowledged himself beaten. When we were about to leave him, he went into his hut, and brought out as many deer-skins as he had lost dollars, and handed them to Mr. Maclay, who refused to take them, alleging that we had been his guests, and did not come to rob him—that the shooting had been only a trial of skill, and the bet merely nominal. Logan drew himself up with great dignity, and said, 'Me bet to make you shoot your best-me gentleman, and me take your dollar if me beat.' So he was obliged to take the skins or affront our friend, whose nice sense of honor would not permit him to receive even a horn of powder in return."

Logan was one of the most successful hunters ever known among the Indians, and supported his family entirely by killing deer, dresssing the skins and selling them to the whites. He once sold a large lot to a tailor, of the name of De Young, living somewhere in Ferguson's Valley-tailors, in those days, dealed extensively in buckskin breeches. Logan received his pay, according to agreement, in wheat. The wheat, however, on being taken to the mill, was found so worthless that the miller refused to grind it. Logan was much chagrined, and attempted in vain to obtain redress from the tailor. He then took the matter before his friend Brown, who was a magistrate; and on the judge's questioning him as to the character of the wheat, and what was in it, Logan sought in vain to find words to express the precise nature of the article with which the wheat was adulterated, but said that it resembled in appearance the wheat itself. "It must have been cheat," said the judge. "Yoh!" said Logan, "that very good name for him," A decision was awarded in Logan's favor, and a writ given to Logan to hand to the constable, which he was told would bring him the money for his skins. But the untutored Indiantoo uncivilized to be dishonest-could not comprehend by what magic this little paper would force the tailor against his will to pay for the skins. The judge took down his own commission, with the arms of the king upon it, and explained to him the first principles and operations of civil law. "Law good," said Logan; "make rogues pay."

But how much more simple and efficient was the law which the Great Spirit had impressed upon his heart to do as he would be 'done by!

Lo the poor Indian, whose untutored mind
Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind!
His soul proud science ne'er taught to stray
Far as the solar walk or milky way—

Yet simple nature to his hope hath given

Beyond the cloud-capped hills an humble heaven

And thinks, admitted to that equal sky,

His faithful dog will bear him company!

Mr. Jefferson, in his Notes on Virginia, gives the following incident in the history of Logan, after leaving the Juniata:

In the spring of 1774, a robbery and murder were committed on an inhabitant of the frontiers of Virginia, by two Indians of the Shawnee tribe. The neighboring whites, according to their custom, undertook to punish this outrage in a summary manner. Colonel Cresap, a man infamous for the many murders he had committed on those much injured people, collected a party and proceeded down the Kanaway in quest of vengeance; unfortunately, a canoe with women and children, and one man only, was seen coming from the opposite shore unarmed, and unsuspecting an attack from the whites. Cresap and his party concealed themselves on the bank of the river, and the moment the canoe reached the shore, singled out their objects, and at one fire killed every person in it. This happened to be the family of Logan, who had long been distinguished as a friend to the whites. This unworthy return provoked his vengeance; he accordingly signalized himself in the war which ensued. In the autumn of the same year a decisive battle was fought at the mouth of the great Kanaway, in which the collected forces of the Shawnees, Mingoes, and Delawares were defeated by a detachment of the Virginia militia. The Indians sued for peace. Logan, however, disdained to be seen among the suppliants; but lest the sincerity of a treaty should be disturbed, from which so distinguished a chief abstracted himself, he sent, by a messenger, the following speech to be delivered to Lord Dunmore:

"I appeal to any white man if ever he entered Logan's cabin hungry, and he gave him not to eat; if ever he came cold, 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 the white man. I have even thought to have lived with you, but for the injuries of one man. Colonel Cresap, the last spring, in cold blood, murdered all the relations of Logan, even 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 fought for it. I have killed many. I have