to bring the wounded man within the palisades.  But so obvious was the danger, so forlorn appeared the enterprise, that no one could be found disposed to volunteer his aid, except a single individual by the name of John Martin.  When they had reached the gate, the wounded man raised himself partly erect, and made a movement, as if disposed to try to reach the fort himself.  On this, Martin desisted from the enterprise, and left Logan to attempt it alone.  He rushed forward to the wounded man.  He made some efforts to crawl onwards by the aid of Logan; but weakened by the loss of blood, and the agony of his wounds, he fainted, and Logan taking him up in his arms, bore him towards the fort.  A shower of bullets was discharged upon them, many of which struck the palisades close to his head, as he brought the wounded man safe within the gate, and deposited him in the care of his family.

The station, at this juncture, was destitute of both powder and ball; and there was no chance of supply nearer than Holston.  All intercourse between station and station was cut off.  Without ammunition the station could not be defended against the Indians.  The question was, how to obviate this pressing emergency, and obtain a supply?  Captain Logan selected two trusty companions, left the fort by night, evaded the besieging Indians, reached the woods, and with his companions made his way in safety to Holston, procured the necessary supply of ammunition, packed it under their care on horseback, giving them directions how to proceed.  He then left them, and traversing the forests by a shorter route on foot, he reached the fort in safety, in ten days from his departure.  The Indians still kept up the siege with unabated perseverance.  The hopes of the diminished garrison had given way to despair.  The return of Logan inspired them with renewed confidence.

Uniting the best attributes of a woodsman and a soldier to uncommon local acquaintance with the country, his instinctive sagacity prescribed to him, on this journey, the necessity of deserting the beaten path, where, he was aware, he should be intercepted by the savages.  Avoiding, from the same calculation, the passage of the Cumberland Gap, he explored a track in which man, or at least the white man, had never trodden before.  We may add, it has never been trodden since.  Through cane-brakes and tangled thickets, over cliffs and precipices, and pathless mountains, he made his solitary way.  Following his directions implicitly, his companions, who carried the ammunition, also reached the fort, and it was saved.

His rencounters with the Indians, and his hairbreadth escapes make no inconsiderable figure in the subsequent annals of Kentucky.  The year after the siege of his fort, on a hunting excursion, he discovered an Indian camp, at Big Flat Spring, two miles from his station.  Returning immediately he raised a party, with which he attacked the camp, from which the Indians fled with precipitation, without much loss on their part, and none on his.  A short time after he was attacked at the same place, by another party of Indians.  His arm was broken by their fire, and he was otherwise slightly wounded in the breast.  They even seized the mane of his horse, and he escaped them from their extreme eagerness to take him alive.