human
This is horrible! said Tom Hunter one evening, while rapidly carbonizing his wooden legs in the fireplace of the smoking-room;
gpt
Those days are gone by, said jolly Bilsby, trying to extend his missing arms.
human
It was delightful once upon a time! One invented a gun, and hardly was it cast, when one hastened to try it in the face of the enemy! Then one returned to camp with a word of encouragement from Sherman or a friendly shake of the hand from M'Clellan. But now the generals are gone back to their counters; and in place of projectiles, they despatch bales of cotton. By Jove, the future of gunnery in America is lost!
gpt
Ay! and no war in prospect! continued the famous James T. Maston, scratching with his steel hook his gutta-percha cranium.
human
Not a cloud in the horizon! and that too at such a critical period in the progress of the science of artillery! Yes, gentlemen! I who address you have myself this very morning perfected a model (plan, section, elevation, &c.) of a mortar destined to change all the conditions of warfare!
gpt
No! is it possible?