human
It's a grand country! D'ye see the little clear spot yonder, on the river bank, with the aspen grove behind it, an' the run of prairie on the right, an' the little lake not a gun-shot off on the left? That's the spot I've sometimes thought of locatin' on when my gun begins to feel too heavy. There'll be cities there some day. Bricks and mortar and stone 'll change its face--an' cornfields, an'--but not in our day, lad, not in our day. The redskins and the bears 'll hold it as long as we're above ground. Yes, I'd like to settle down there.
gpt
Come, come, Redhand, said Bounce,
human
Ha! exclaimed Waller energetically,
gpt
I guess if ye goes on in that style ye'll turn into a riglar hiplecondrik--ain't that the word, Bounce? I heer'd the minister say as it was the wust kind o' the blues. What's _your_ opinion o' settlin' down, Hawkswing?