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? ? ? ? Soon as I could get Buck down by the corn-cribs under the trees by ourselves, I says:

? ? ? ? "Did you want to kill him, Buck?"

? ? ? ? "Well, I bet I did."

? ? ? ? "What did he do to you?"

? ? ? ? "Him? He never done nothing to me."

? ? ? ? "Well, then, what did you want to kill him for?"

? ? ? ? "Why, nothing- only it's on account of the feud."

? ? ? ? "What's a feud?"

? ? ? ? "Why, where was you raised? Don't you know what a feud is?"

? ? ? ? "Never heard of it before- tell me about it."

? ? ? ? "Well," says Buck, "a feud is this way. A man has a quarrel with another man, and kills him; then that other man's brother kills him; then the other brothers, on both sides, goes for one another; then the cousins chip in- and by-and-by everybody's killed off, and there ain't no more feud. But it's kind of slow, and takes a long time."

? ? ? ? "Has this one been going on long, Buck?"

? ? ? ? "Well I should reckon! it started thirty year ago, or som'ers along there.


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