party then set out in search of friends with whom they expected to get dinner. But it was a useless seach amid that seething mass of humanity. Messrs. Hazlet and Stark, with their families, had just finished a sumptuous repast but had plenty and to spare. The overplus they kindly placed at the disposal of the General, the preacher and the boys, all of whom heartily enjoyed their improvised meal at the edge of the grove. The General then made a rapid survey of the field of battle, springing along so nimbly and rapidly on his crutches that his clerical guide had hard work to keep up as he sought to explain the respective positions of Bouquet's Highlanders, Royal Americans and Rangers on the one hand and that of their savage assailants on the other. All this while Col. Geo. F. Huff, ex-Gov. Latta and other members of the Reception Committee were on the lookout for Gen. Beaver in order to furnish him escort and entertainment. The afternoon proceedings, however, brought all speakers and committees into right relation with each other at the grand stand.

A little Indian (Guyatau or Guito) of the Seneca tribe, from the Cattaraugus Reservation, under the care of Mr. Gibson, of Dunbar, Fayette county, Pa., was on the stand, dressed up in full Indian costume and attracted great attention. Guyasutha, the chief of the Senecas located in Ohio, was the leading spirit among the Indians in this battle and in the siege of Fort Pitt and subsequently in the attack on Hannastown. (See appendix). Hence this little coppercolored, dark-eyed Indian, with tomahawk and other warlike equipments, was looked upon as a representative of the vanishing race of red men who made these woods hideous with their war-whoops 120 years ago to-day. Guyatau or Guito is seven years old and a smart looking Indian boy. In striking contrast with him in appearance and historical association there sat with his mother on the same platform, a few feet distance from Guyatau, Ralph Bouquet, a fairskinned, light-haired, rosy-cheeked, blue-eyed white boy, the four-year-old son of Rev. Cyrus Cort, and the greatgreat-great-grandson of Andrew Byerly, the founder of Byerly's Station at Bushy Run about 1760, and an important actor in the bloody drama enacted on these hills in

those trying days of yore. Andrew Byerly was one of the advance guard of eighteen who received the first fire of the savages, Aug. 5, 1763, on Gongaware's hill-twelve of the eighteen fell-two companies of the Highlanders rushed forward to the rescue when the conflict soon raged, not only in the front, but on both flanks and the rear, for the savges had completely surrounded Bouquet and his little army. Byerly rendered valuable service during the fight, and at the imminent risk of his life, carried water in his hat to the wounded Highlanders famishing from thirst during the terrible night of suffering and suspense between the two days of conflict. (For fuller notice of Andrew Byerly, &c.,_ see pages 23, &c., 51, &c., of pamphlet on "Col. Henry Bouquet and His Campaigns.")

AFTERNOON PROCEEDINGS AND SPEECHES.

The appearance of General Beaver on the platform, cre ated great enthusiasm among the assembled multitude which had now crowded together again in front of the speaker's stand.

The sea of smiling faces, the thousands of handsome and well dressed ladies and their gallant escorts, parents with their children, beaux with their sweethearts, sitting and standing among the forest trees and anxious to see and hear the one-legged hero, whose blood had been poured out so freely on so many battle-fields of the Republic, presented a scene never to be forgotten by those who were privileged to behold it. Visitors from a distance spoke with admiration of the fine appearance and excellent behavior of the people. Everybody seemed happy and anxious to promote the comfort and happiness of their fellows. There was one drawback, however. Eight brass bands were scattered through the grove, and each of these bands seemed to think that they ought to be heard whenever they felt like blowing their horns. Rev. W. W. Moorehead, of Greensburg, Pa., had offered an appropriate and fervent prayer, and General Coulter had introduced General Beaver amid the applause of 10,000 enthusiastic people. But still the bands kept tooting away. By extra effort on the part of his aids, com

parative quiet was' secured, and General B., in a pleasant manner and loud, clear voice, proceeded to speak as follows:

ADDRESS OF GENERAL JAMES A. BEAVER, OF BELLEFONTE, PA.

Ladies and Gentlemen :-I confess to you that my coming here to-day has been more for my own gratification and instruction than with the hope or for the purpose of saying anything either to gratify or to instruct the good people of Westmoreland county. My boys and I have driven more than 160 miles from our home rather for the purpose of learning what Westmoreland county is, and what has been done by your ancestors both for you and for us, than for the purpose of adding to your knowledge of history or of the men who made history, or of increasing the pride and intensifying the interest which you must have in the historical associations which crowd around this locality and this occasion. (At this point the music of a brass band almost drowned the speaker's voice, and he laughingly exclaimed: "There is too much of this thing; I never could blow against a brass band." The crowd joined in a hearty laugh and General Coulter leaning far over the railing toward the unruly musicians shouted: "Are there not enough good people out there to stop that band ?" But the band played on. The crowd still seemed to enjoy it. Gen. Beaver after waiting a minute turned to those in the immediate neighborhood and said: "Coulter forgets that he is not commanding a brigade; there was a time when he could say to a brass band, stop, and it stopped; play, and it played; but that time has gone by, my old friend, the brass band is on top." Renewed laughter.) Renewed laughter.) Order being finally restored the speaker continued:

Coming from our home in Bellefonte south of Bedford, and then turning westward, we endeavored to follow the old military road that was laid out for General Forbes by Colonel Bouquet (or rather by Col. Burd under Bouquet's supervision), to Ligonier which was afterwards extended by Washington to Fort Pitt. We were unable to follow its immediate route altogether, inasmuch as it has been replaced by roads with better grades which cross it; but following

the same general direction we gathered enough to see, and in some measure to understand how the men who established our civilization were compelled to toil and to march, and to suffer in order that we might enjoy the civilization and the advantages which we have to-day. It is a wonderful inspiration for a Pennsylvanian who has some knowledge of the history of this general locality to come over these mountains, and recall as he crosses them how much our fathers labored and suffered and wrought out in toil and blood in order that they might hand over to us the great heritage of civilization and of freedom which we enjoy, and which we are bound to preserve and hand over to our children and children's children. I have lately re-read some of the history which relates to the expedition under the command of Col. Bouquet, which left Bedford with the design and for the purpose of relieving the beleaguered garrison at Fort Pitt. It is a wonderful story, full of romance and daring, but I do not propose to go into its historical details. All who are here have doubtless heard of the gallant commander of the expedition, Col. Henry Bouquet. He was a man of the most wonderful versatility and varied acquirements and of undaunted bravery, and yet, of such wisdom and gentleness that he was enabled to secure the co-operation of the people of the eastern part of the State, who, it must be confessed, were at that time a little "twisty and unwilling to give that cordial help and co-operation in military campaigns that were absolutely necessary to secure the full fruits of victory. Bouquet, by his wisdom and gentleness quite won the admiration of our Quaker population in the eastern part of the State, and succeeded in procuring with their apparent sanction the necessary votes of supplies and men which enabled him to make his subsequent 1764 campaign, which brought permanent peace to the frontier settlers until the war of Revolution began. This is not the time nor the place, nor does it fall to my province to recount the details of the campaigns of which the battle of Bushy Run was a part, nor yet to sketch the life and character of the gallant commander who displayed such heroic bravery and wise intelligence in making the dispositions of his forces, which enabled him to win immediate victory upon the field which

is in our sight. There are certain practical questions which grow out of this event which, it seems to me, press upon our attention, and should receive our careful consideration. Go to yonder hill-top and picture if you can how this wise, brave Swiss Colonel protected his 340 pack-horses and their drivers (for those of you who had experience in the army will readily understand that the drivers were harder to manage than the horses), and surrounded on all sides by hordes of savages, who were confident of the scalps and supplies of the little army which they had surrounded, not only saved his transportation and supplies, but by skillfull manoeuvring and brave fighting after a two days' battle drove the savages from their well chosen position, and finally gained the object of his expedition. No stretch of our imagination can picture to us the kind of warfare which was carried on to protect our fathers against the savage hordes who were trying their utmost to blot out the little spark of civilization which was lighted in this Western region, and which the early settlers were than trying to fan into a flame. Those of us who have some knowledge of modern warfare and some experience in the late war so happily ended, can scarcely conceive of the situation in which this little army of Bouquet was placed.

You remember, my comrades, that if we did not have about three days' rations in our haversacks, and fully five days more in the wagon train, and if we did not have further, a railroad or a river by which to bring up our supplies, and a telegraph line to keep us in communication with the outside world, we were supposed to be in danger of being cut off and "gobbled up. But here is a man with less than a thousand men ; aye, with less than half of that number, who struck out from Bedford across the mountains by a road which had been constructed some five years before, who left his wagon train at Fort Ligonier and started thence with all his supplies upon pack-horses with his rangers, his Royal Americans, his Highlanders and his Light Infantry through the wilderness to relieve the beleaguered fort at the junction of the Allegheny and Monongahela rivers. The mode of warfare is so thoroughly foreign to our present conceptions of military operations that no stretch of the