"I'd have given something to be there.

Brave lads.

True English, to the backbone; but with their young minds warped and spoiled by the traditions of this miserable feud.
Why, it must have been grand," mused the old man, shaking his grey locks.

"How I should have liked to see and hear it all! What a fight to master the inborn hatred! On both sides the evil contending with the good; and, according to that man's telling, that boy Mark did not show up well.

I don't know, though! He could not help it.