Judge Stone was a much nicer man than the governor to meet up with, but--well, what's the use?
It is long past.

It was past for me, too, as I walked out to my farm that morning as the dawn broadened into day, with the prairie-chickens singing their wonderful morning song, and the blue-joint grass soaking me with dew to my knees.
At that moment, or soon after, in a stormy encounter at the Wade farm, with witnesses that the judge took with him, began the great Wade-Stone feud of Monterey County, Iowa.

It lasted until the flood of new settlers floated it away in a freshet of new issues during and after the great Civil War.
I took the story to N.V.as soon as I went to town.

He sat looking at me with a mysterious grin on his face, as I told him of the loss of the county funds.
"Well," said he, "this will make history.

I venture the assertion that the case will be compromised.