human
This is a sad and solemn occasion, paleface, croaked Dismal.
gpt
You have driven the noble red man from his ancestral halls, which were the dim aisles of the mighty forests; you have pushed him across the plains, and you have tried to crowd him off the earth into the Pacific Ocean. Ugh! You have pursued him with deadly firearms and still more deadly fire water. You have been relentless in your hatred and your greed. You have even been so unreasonable that whenever a poor red man has secured a few paleface scalps as trophies to hang in his wigwam you have taken your trusty rifles and gone forth with great fury and shot the poor Indian full of hard bullets. You have done heap many things that you would not have done if you had not done so. But now, poor, shivering dog of a paleface, the injured red man has arisen at last in his might. If we are to perish, we are to perish; but before we perish, we will enjoy the gentle pleasure of roasting a few white men at the stake. Ugh! We have held a council of war, we have excavated the hatchet, we have smashed the pipe of peace to flinders, or something of the sort, and have struck out upon the war trail.
human
You act as if you had struck out,
gpt
That's because he has had a few balls, gurgled Browning.
human
Talk about being burned at the stake! That's not torture after being obliged to inhale his breath. My kingdom for some chloroform! Will somebody please hit me on the head with a trip hammer and put me out of my misery?
gpt
Whither art thou bearing us, great chief?
human
We will bare you out yonder, answered Dismal.
gpt
At the stake you shall stand arrayed in the garments nature provided for you.
human
I don't care for tea, murmured Browning--
gpt
This is worse than being roasted at the stake! muttered a soph in a corner.
human
It is severe punishment.
gpt
Help! cried Dismal.
human
Somebody take me out! I can't get ahead of these miserable palefaces.
gpt
You'll get a head if I ever find a good chance to give it to you,
human
Farewell! farewell! farewell, my fairy fay! Oh, I'm off to Louisiana For to see my Susy Anna, Singing 'Polly-wolly-woodle' all the day.