The two young men looked dark, but never said nothing.

Miss Sophia she turned pale, but the color come back when she found the man warn't hurt.
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.

There was trouble 'bout something, and then a lawsuit to settle it; and the suit went agin one of the men, and so he up and shot the man that won the suit--which he would naturally do, of course.

Anybody would." "What was the trouble about, Buck ?--land ?" "I reckon maybe--I don't know." "Well, who done the shooting?
Was it a Grangerford or a Shepherdson ?" "Laws, how do I know?
It was so long ago." "Don't anybody know ?" "Oh, yes, pa knows, I reckon, and some of the other old people; but they don't know now what the row was about in the first place." "Has there been many killed, Buck ?" "Yes; right smart chance of funerals.