18757-18.11. 26.1867) Vol. I., II. EASTERN DISTRICT OF PENNSYLVANIA, to wit: BE IT REMEMBERED, that on the first day of April, in the forty-sixth year of the independence of the United States of America, A. D. 1822, H. C. CAREY & I. LEA, of the said district, have deposited in this office the title of a book, the right whereof they claim as authors in the words following, to wit: "Logan, A Family History. Hear me, for I will speak. Brutus." In conformity to the act of the congress of the United States, intituled "An act for the encouragement of learning, by securing the copies of maps, charts, and books, to the authors and proprietors of such copies, during the times therein mentioned." And also to the act, entitled, " An act supplementary to an act entitled, "An act for the encouragement of learning, by securing the copies of maps, charts and books, to the authors and proprietors of such copies during the times therein mentioned," and extending the benefits thereof to the arts of designing, engraving, and etching historical and other prints.' D. CALDWELL, Clerk of the Eastern District of Pennsylvania PREFACE.-DEDICATION. I HATE Prefaces. I hate Dedications. Enough for the one to say, that here is an American story; that the child of Logan was an American; that he was brave, wicked, and miserable, and that he and I are descendants from LOGAN the MINGO CHIEF. And for the other, the DEDICATION, I have just about as much, and no more to say. I do not dedicate my book to any body; for I know nobody worth dedicating it to. I have no friends, no children, no wife, no home;-no relations, no well-wishers;-nobody to love, and nobody to care for. To whom shall I; to whom can I dedicate it? To my Maker! It is unworthy of him. To my countrymen? They are unworthy of me. For the men of past ages I have very little veneration; for those of the present, none at all. To whom shall I entrust it? Who will care for me, by to-morrow? Who will do battle for my book, when I am gone? Will posterity? Yea, posterity will do me justice. To posterity then-to the winds! I bequeath it! I devote it as a Roman would his enemy, to the fierce and unsparing charities of another world-to a generation of spirits to the shadowy and crowned potentates of hereafter. I-I-I have done-the blood of the red man is growing cold-farewell-farewell forever! |