small frontier historian was to put high praise of his own side in the mouth of a foe.  Withers, in his “Chronicles of Border Warfare,” in speaking of this very action, makes Girty withdraw his three hundred warriors on account of the valor of Clark’s men, remarking that it was “useless to fight with fools or madmen.”  This offers a comical contrast to Girty’s real opinion, as shown in McKee’s letter.] They were surprised by Clark’s swift advance just as a scouting party of warriors, who had been sent out to watch the whites, were returning to the village.  The warning was so short that the squaws and children had barely time to retreat out of the way.  As Clark crossed the stream, the warriors left their cabins and formed in some thick timber behind them.  At the same moment a cousin of Clark’s, who had been captured by the Indians, and was held prisoner in the town, made his escape and ran towards the Americans, throwing up his hands, and calling out that he was a white man.  He was shot, whether by the Americans or the Indians none could say.  Clark came up and spoke a few words with him before he died. [Footnote:  Durrett MSS.  Volume:  “Papers referring to G. R. Clark.”  The cousin’s name was Joseph Rogers, a brother of the commander of the galley.] A long-range skirmish ensued with the warriors in the timber; but on the approach of Clark’s second division the Indians fell back.  The two divisions followed in pursuit, becoming mingled in disorder.  After a slight running fight of two hours the whites lost sight of their foes, and, wondering what had become of Logan’s wing, they gathered together and marched back towards the river.  One of the McAfees, captain over a company of riflemen from Salt River, was leading, when he discovered an Indian in a tree-top.  He and one of his men sought shelter behind the same tree; whereupon he tried to glide behind another, but was shot and mortally wounded by the Indian, who was himself instantly killed.  The scattered detachments now sat down to listen for the missing wing.  After half an hour’s silent waiting, they suddenly became aware of the presence of a body of Indians, who had slipped in between them and the town.  The backwoodsmen rushed up to the attack, while the Indians whooped and yelled defiance.  There was a moment’s heavy firing; but as on both sides the combatants carefully sheltered themselves behind trees, there was very little loss; and the Indians steadily gave way until they reached the town, about two miles distant from the spot where the whites had halted.  They then made a stand, and, for the first time, there occurred some real fighting.  The Indians stood stoutly behind the loop-holed walls of the cabins, and in the block-house; the Americans, advancing cautiously and gaining ground inch by inch, suffered much more loss than they inflicted.  Late in the afternoon Clark managed to bring the three-pounder into action, from a point below the town; while the riflemen fired at the red warriors as they were occasionally