human
What a blockhead you be, Sam, that's your own fault, they were too far off; you hadn't ought to have fired so soon. At Bunker's hill we let the British come right on till we seed the whites of their eyes, and then we let 'em have it slap bang.
gpt
Yes, father; but recollect you had a mud bank to hide behind, where you were proper safe, and you had a rest for your guns too; but as soon as you seed a little more than the whites of their eyes, you run for dear life, full split; and so I don't see much to brag on in that arter all, so come now.
human
I'll teach you to talk that way, you puppy you,
gpt
of that glorious day;
human
She hung fire so everlastinly, it's no wonder;
gpt
The powder is no good, I vow.
human
Now,
gpt
the great men,