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ITS BEGINNING
It happened this way: He was just a lad,Though big for sixteen years; and there they stood,
He and some others, laughing as youth should,
About some nonsense or some fun they'd had.
Then some one said what made another mad,
And words were passed and oaths, (young blood! young blood!)
You know how 'tis! and suddenly, thud! thud!
Two boys were at it. Worse grew out of bad.
One boy went up to him we all admired,
The merry-hearted fellow, handsome one,
And with a curse about—why, God knows what!
Just put a pistol to his heart and fired.—
That was the feud's beginning.—Some one's son
Shot some one's son, and he in turn was shot.
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