human
Well, I declare! burst out Shep.
gpt
Hang me if I know where I am!
human
I think the lake is in that direction,
gpt
Maybe you are right--I don't know. There seemed to be no sense in standing still, with the snow coming down thicker every minute and the wind whistling dismally all around them. On they went, for at least a quarter of a mile further. The rocks bothered them a great deal and twice both fell, dropping their load as they did so.
human
This is the finest pleasure stroll I ever took in my life, was Whopper's rather sarcastic comment.
gpt
Such level walking, and such nice bright sunshine, with birds singing and--Oh!
human
Are you hurt?
gpt
Not enough to weep over, was the answer.
human
But, no joking, this is fierce! I wish I was back to camp.
gpt
So do I, Whopper. But wishing won't take us there--we've got to walk.
human
Isn't it getting dark!
gpt
Yes, and just listen to that wind!