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1Col. Grangerford was a gentleman, you see. He was a gentleman all over; and so was his family. He was well born, as the
2saying is, and that's worth as much in a man as it is in a horse, so the Widow Douglas said, and nobody ever denied that
3she was of the first aristocracy in our town; and pap he always said it, too, though he warn't no more quality than a
4mudcat himself. Col. Grangerford was very tall and very slim, and had a darkish-paly complexion, not a sign of red in it
5anywheres; he was clean shaved every morning all over his thin face, and he had the thinnest kind of lips, and the
6thinnest kind of nostrils, and a high nose, and heavy eyebrows, and the blackest kind of eyes, sunk so deep back that
7they seemed like they was looking out of caverns at you, as you may say. His forehead was high, and his hair was black
8and straight and hung to his shoulders. His hands was long and thin, and every day of his life he put on a clean shirt
9and a full suit from head to foot made out of linen so white it hurt your eyes to look at it; and on Sundays he wore a
10blue tail-coat with brass buttons on it. He carried a mahogany cane with a silver head to it. There warn't no
11frivolishness about him, not a bit, and he warn't ever loud. He was as kind as he could be--you could feel that, you
12know, and so you had confidence. Sometimes he smiled, and it was good to see; but when he straightened himself up like a
13liberty-pole, and the lightning begun to flicker out from under his eyebrows, you wanted to climb a tree first, and find
14out what the matter was afterwards. He didn't ever have to tell anybody to mind their manners--everybody was always
15good-mannered where he was. Everybody loved to have him around, too; he was sunshine most always--I mean he made it seem
16like good weather. When he turned into a cloudbank it was awful dark for half a minute, and that was enough; there
17wouldn't nothing go wrong again for a week. When him and the old lady come down in the morning all the family got up out
18of their chairs and give them good-day, and didn't set down again till they had set down. Then Tom and Bob went to the
19sideboard where the decanter was, and mixed a glass of bitters and handed it to him, and he held it in his hand and
20waited till Tom's and Bob's was mixed, and then they bowed and said, "Our duty to you, sir, and madam;" and they bowed
21the least bit in the world and said thank you, and so they drank, all three, and Bob and Tom poured a spoonful of water
22on the sugar and the mite of whisky or apple brandy in the bottom of their tumblers, and give it to me and Buck, and we
23drank to the old people too. Bob was the oldest and Tom next--tall, beautiful men with very broad shoulders and brown
24faces, and long black hair and black eyes. They dressed in white linen from head to foot, like the old gentleman, and
25wore broad Panama hats. Then there was Miss Charlotte; she was twenty-five, and tall and proud and grand, but as good as
26she could be when she warn't stirred up; but when she was, she had a look that would make you wilt in your tracks, like
27her father. She was beautiful. So was her sister, Miss Sophia, but it was a different kind. She was gentle and sweet
28like a dove, and she was only twenty. Each person had their own nigger to wait on them--Buck too. My nigger had a
29monstrous easy time, because I warn't used to having anybody do anything for me, but Buck's was on the jump most of the
30time. This was all there was of the family now, but there used to be more--three sons; they got killed; and Emmeline
31that died. The old gentleman owned a lot of farms and over a hundred niggers. Sometimes a stack of people would come
32there, horseback, from ten or fifteen mile around, and stay five or six days, and have such junketings round about and
33on the river, and dances and picnics in the woods daytimes, and balls at the house nights. These people was mostly
34kinfolks of the family. The men brought their guns with them. It was a handsome lot of quality, I tell you. There was
35another clan of aristocracy around there--five or six families--mostly of the name of Shepherdson. They was as
36high-toned and well born and rich and grand as the tribe of Grangerfords. The Shepherdsons and Grangerfords used the
37same steamboat landing, which was about two mile above our house; so sometimes when I went up there with a lot of our
38folks I used to see a lot of the Shepherdsons there on their fine horses. One day Buck and me was away out in the woods
39hunting, and heard a horse coming. We was crossing the road. Buck says: "Quick! Jump for the woods!" We done it, and
40then peeped down the woods through the leaves. Pretty soon a splendid young man come galloping down the road, setting
41his horse easy and looking like a soldier. He had his gun across his pommel. I had seen him before. It was young Harney
42Shepherdson. I heard Buck's gun go off at my ear, and Harney's hat tumbled off from his head. He grabbed his gun and
43rode straight to the place where we was hid. But we didn't wait. We started through the woods on a run. The woods warn't
44thick, so I looked over my shoulder to dodge the bullet, and twice I seen Harney cover Buck with his gun; and then he
45rode away the way he come--to get his hat, I reckon, but I couldn't see. We never stopped running till we got home. The
46old gentleman's eyes blazed a minute--'twas pleasure, mainly, I judged--then his face sort of smoothed down, and he
47says, kind of gentle: "I don't like that shooting from behind a bush. Why didn't you step into the road, my boy?" "The
48Shepherdsons don't, father. They always take advantage." Miss Charlotte she held her head up like a queen while Buck was
49telling his tale, and her nostrils spread and her eyes snapped. The two young men looked dark, but never said nothing.
50Miss Sophia she turned pale, but the color come back when she found the man warn't hurt. Soon as I could get Buck down
51by the corn-cribs under the trees by ourselves, I says: "Did you want to kill him, Buck?" "Well, I bet I did." "What did
52he do to you?" "Him? He never done nothing to me." "Well, then, what did you want to kill him for?" "Why, nothing--only
53it'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
54of it before--tell me about it." "Well," says Buck, "a feud is this way. A man has a quarrel with another man, and kills
55him; then that other man's brother kills him; then the other brothers, on both sides, goes for one another; then the
56cousins 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
57long time." "Has this one been going on long, Buck?" "Well, I should reckon! It started thirty year ago, or som'ers
58along there. There was trouble 'bout something, and then a lawsuit to settle it; and the suit went agin one of the men,
59and so he up and shot the man that won the suit--which he would naturally do, of course. Anybody would." "What was the
60trouble about, Buck?--land?" "I reckon maybe--I don't know." "Well, who done the shooting? Was it a Grangerford or a
61Shepherdson?" "Laws, how do I know? It was so long ago." "Don't anybody know?" "Oh, yes, pa knows, I reckon, and some of
62the other old people; but they don't know now what the row was about in the first place." "Has there been many killed,
63Buck?" "Yes; right smart chance of funerals. But they don't always kill. Pa's got a few buckshot in him; but he don't
64mind it 'cuz he don't weigh much, anyway. Bob's been carved up some with a bowie, and Tom's been hurt once or twice."
65"Has anybody been killed this year, Buck?"
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