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Ohio History in Hand – Circleville

The gavel used by the Ohio Society President is one presented by the Ohio Historical Society in 1964. The gavel is carved from the wood of the famous “Logan Elm.” From several sources we find:

The Logan Elm that stood near Circleville in Pickaway County, Ohio, was one of the largest American elm trees (Ulmus americana) recorded. The 65-foot-tall (20 m) tree had a trunk circumference of 24 feet (7.3 m) and a crown spread of 180 feet (55 m). Weakened by Dutch Elm Disease, the tree died from storm damage in 1964. The Logan Elm State Memorial commemorates the site and preserves various associated markers and monuments.

According to tradition, Chief Logan of the Mingo tribe delivered a passionate speech at a peace-treaty meeting under this elm in 1774, said to be the most famous speech ever given by a Native American, now known as “Logan’s Lament”:

“I appeal to any white man to say, if ever he entered Logan’s cabin hungry, and he gave him not meat; if ever he came cold and naked, 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 men. I have even thought to live with you but for the injuries of one man. Col. Cresap, the last spring, in cold blood, and unprovoked, murdered all the relations of Logan, not sparing even my women and children. There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This has called on me for revenge. I have sought it: I have killed many: I have fully glutted my vengeance. For my country, I rejoice at the beams of peace. But do not harbour a thought that mine is the joy of fear. Logan never felt fear. He will not turn on his heel to save his life. Who is there to mourn for Logan? Not one.”


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  1. James Haas on said:

    As a young boy in 1943, I and my father stood under the Logan Elm, A huge and sprawling tree in a grassy meadow. My father read to me Logan’s Lament. It was
    a moment I shall never forgot. When the tree was finally cut I felt a loss as though it was a part of me. My wonderful wife shortly there after gave me a package she ordered. It was a slice of wood complete with its bark of the Logan Elm. I treasure this momento and will certainly pass it on to my son and grandson. Thank you for publishing this story.

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