It was at one of these elections that the son of the county clerk (before mentioned as a “periodical”) and Henry Burns’ son John met in the Horseshoe saloon in Uvalde. After a few words the clerk’s son pulled a knife, bent John Burns over the bar, and tried to kill him, in revenge for the supposed killing of his father by the orders of Henry Burns. Luckily, the knife struck the brass support of the bar-rail and the blade broke half-way up, and at the same time one of Henry’s deputies tried to get the boy off John by stunning him from behind with brass knuckles. The boy had grit, however, and while his own head was being cut open with the knuckles he was doing all he could for John with the stub of his knife, and they were both a sight to see for weeks after. Henry himself, when a boy, was the cause of starting the big feud which kept Uvalde stirred up for quite a while. It started in a fist fight between him and young Gilchrist in the Uvalde camp yard. Gilchrist’s father and uncle were there cheering their boy on. When he finally got Henry down they were so worked up they were calling to their boy to kill Henry. The old man was dancing round, holloaing, “Kill him, Bud, kill him,” when Henry Burns’ father (who had been a general in the confederate army) came out of Piper’s store. He took in the situation at a glance, and, whipping out a bowie-knife, he ran at the elder Gilchrist and with one stroke cut him almost in two. The uncle and son made their escape for the time being and the feud was on. One incident of this trouble seemed to me characteristic of the grit and coolness of these men. One member of the Gilchrist faction (a man considerably over sixty) was upstairs in the old Uvalde Hotel when Henry Burns passed and stopped to speak to some one under the balcony. The old man picked up his shot gun and, leaning over the balcony with the muzzle of the gun about six feet from Henry’s head, pulled both triggers. The gun missed fire, but Henry hearing the clicks whirled round, and had the old man covered before he could move. He held him so for a few moments, then he said, “I ought to kill you, you old scoundrel, but I guess I will let you off this time.” Then he turned and walked off.