human
Better be an hour ahead than miss it this _'ere_ night, said one of the four.
gpt
I ain't been so thirsty sence I come round the Horn, in '50, an' we run short of water. _Somebody_'ll get hurt ef thar' ain't no bitters on the old concern--they will, or my name ain't Perkins.
human
Don't count yer chickings 'fore they're hetched, Perky, said one of the party, as he adjusted his domino under the rim of his hat.
gpt
Stiddy, Cranks! remonstrated the colonel.
human
Nobody ever gets along ef they 'low 'emselves to be skeered.
gpt
Fact, chimed in the smallest and thinnest man of the party.
human
The Bible says somethin' mighty hot 'bout that. I disremember dzackly how it goes; but I've heerd Parson Buzzy, down in Maine, preach a rippin' old sermon from that text many a time. The old man never thort what a comfort them sermons wus a-goin' to be to a road-agent, though. That time we stopped Slim Mike's stage, an' he didn't hev no more manners than to draw on me, them sermons wus a perfec' blessin' to me--the thought uv 'em cleared my head ez quick ez a cocktail. An'--
gpt
I don't want to disturb Logroller's pious yarn, interrupted the colonel;