_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.  But they don't always k