The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1912-1984, 1916-09-15
LOGAN'S FORT SITE
MARKED FOR ALL TIME BY I'M
POSING MONUMENT.
Impressive Ceremonies When On-
yelling Was Held Under D. A.
r. Auspices Last Week.
Contributed by a d. A. R.)

tereStlng ana WOrIh-WiiiC SfSS
transpired in the days OF our Tore
fathers, but thanks to our organlZa-
ton and women of the country, we
sometimes revert to historic DAYS. IN
This instance the st. Asaph Chapter,
Daughters of American RevoluIlon
of Danville, called to our modern
minds the founding of Logan's Fort.
Last wear this Chapter erected a
Stone monument with marker and
last Friday it was unveiled and
placed in our keeping. 1t isn't the
YaIue of a thing, but the meaning
If CONVEYS and what greater honor
could we have than to know people
elsewhere recognize and reverence
fine historic spots in our city. AT
$3.50 last Friday afternoon, several
hundred people witnessed the I'M
pressiye dedicatory ceremonies, con.
Quoted at the marker, in the yard OF
Mr.. ]. B. Camenisch, just northwest
of the water works. Miss Esther
Rurch. Regent of Logan-Whltley
CHARTER. acted as chairman.
The service was opened with pray
er bv Rev. Welburn. Hon. L. M.
McRoberts welcomed the guests
with his usual air of welcome and
told us bit of history in connection
with the Fort. The tablet which
was very patriotic in its appearance,
with two large American flags, two
smaller ones, and huge wreath was
unveiled by little Miss Elizabeth
Garfield and Master Henry Jackson
of Danville. Mrs. Patty Bell Engle-
man gave a most interesting paper
which brought to our MINDS the
courage and indomitable purpose OF
these ancient settlers.
Mrs. Engleman's Paper.
Daughters of the American Revolu-
ton and Friends: AS such L greet
YOU; friends are born, not made, at
least it is so in the highest sense OF
the term. There is bond OF friend
shin. which | cannot explain, nor
will | try to explain, which exists
between all Daughters of the Amer
lean Revolution.
This spot is sacred to the memory
of the Logans and Montgomerles.
Right here is where the old Logan,s
Fort stood; at the foot of the nil
+he crystal water of st. Asaph Spring
bubbIed and gurgled in glee, and
rushed through the forests to the rlv-
err and on to the ocean; to the soutn
between the ravine, the salt water
flowed where the buffaloes came to
ouench their thirst, from which the
Buffalo Spring gained its name.
Will YOU let me tell you bit OF
romantic history that was told me by
nv grandmother, Mary Montgomery
Helm. and was told to her by her
grandmother, Mary Greenlea Mont
eyomerv. showing that love was as
warm and true in those perllous plo-
neer DAYS, as today, when the calm
of neace hovers over our homes like
a brooding dove; their patriotism
was as great; their aspirations were
as lofty; their ideals as high. Ideals
are like the stars, we cannot toucn
them with our hands, but like the
seamen upon the waste of waters, we
can choose them for our guides, and
by following them, reach our destiny:
ideals are the worlds masters"
and by them was Florence Montgom-
ery Influenced, in the days of long
ago. when the buffalo, the bear, the
swift-footed deer and the wolf with
its blood-curdling howl, made the
night hideous, roamed the unbroken
forests.
Then came those sturdy pioneers,
bringing with them their wives and
children, their lares and penates;
and here on this spot they pitched
their tents and built with logs, hewn
from primeval forests, "Logan'ss
Fort" The Fort was broad and
deep with a wide chimney. AS the
DAYS went by the dread of an attack
from the Indians grew less and less.
There was a generous spirit OF CO.
operation and the men of the differ
4 LII, Of
plant and gather their crops. One
bright spring morning when the air
was as stimulating as wine, and
redolent with the perfume of flowers,
and the song of the wild bird made
melody, the men rode off to a near
by fort. leaving their loved ones in
the care of the priest, (and now this
seems a very strange coincidence,
that fort that was near was whit
ley's Fort") The children were wild
with delight to play out of the fort
in the bright sunlight. A cry of
iov rang out on the air, saying:
3The wild turkeys are here; the wild
turkeys are here" when the priest
rushed them back into the safety of
the fort, fastening the great oaken
bar, and he was none too soon, tell
ing them that it was the Indians try
ing to deceive them.
The Indians, finding that they had
failed to gain an entrance into the
fort, raced around trying to find
spot by which they could enter and
capture the women and children.
Perfectly Infatuated, and with tom
ahawks raised and with savage yells,
they continued their mad race; find
inc no vulnerable spot. thew set fire
to the Fort; then the prayers of
priest and women and the agonizing
cry of the children were heard. With
rare courage, Florence Montgomery
Gained the tumult, and told the
priest to unbar the fort, that one life
had better be lost than all; she was
ready for the supreme sacrifice of
self for her people She gave a
heart message for her lover, who had
ridden away in joyful mood, whist
ling as gayly as the robins, for soon
they were to be married. After much
pleading, mid the benediction of