human
One night we got in range of the village we were after and there was a great pow-wow going on. There was a big fire in the circle of the grass huts and some big black bucks were doing a dance around it. Just then I saw--
gpt
Hold on, Pete, said the Captain in a low, gruff voice,
human
Hey, Jim, where are we going to make camp?
gpt
Not until we can strike water, replied Jim.
human
No more dry camps for me.
gpt
I don't think much of the coast range, or the Sierras, either.
human
Give me the Rockies every time.
gpt
I don't think any of the mountains are much to brag of.