human
Well, in my own case, said he at length,
gpt
I have no ties to cut. 'Tis as well--we shall have no faces of women to trouble us on our trails out yonder. They don't belong there, Merne--the ways of the trappers are best. But we must not talk too much of this, he added.
human
I'll see you yet well settled down as a Virginia squire--your white hair hanging down on your shoulders and a score of grandchildren about your knees to hamper you.
gpt
Merne, the red-headed one went on, throwing an arm across his friend's shoulders,
human
You are a boy, Will, said Meriwether Lewis, actually smiling now,
gpt
he added sharply, as he rose,