human
You'd think, from the way the bird 's singing, and the flowers blooming, that there'd never been a gun fired within a hundred miles o' here.
gpt
Seems like we only dreamed all that happened last night, accorded Alf Russell.
human
There's nothing in the woods or the ground that looks as it did then, and I can't hardly make myself believe that this is the way we come.
gpt
Well, here's something that'll convince you it wasn't a dream, said Si, as they made their way through the broken and trampled brush, and came to a little knoll, on which the final fight had been made, and where were gathered the wounded rebels. There were three of these; the man whom Shorty had shot in the shoulder, the one whom Si knocked down by a stunning blow on the head, and the one who had been hit in the thigh by a shot from the boys, and who was the