human
All bound fer the Klondike! exclaimed the captain.
gpt
Hooray! We're sure to strike it, eh, Portney? I know you wouldn't be a-goin' thar unless gold was to be picked up. Goin' over Chilkoot Pass, I take it. Foster Portney nodded.
human
Then we might as well stick together, eh? It will be better than pairing off with somebody as might be wuss nor a hoss thief, eh? O' course it would!
gpt
I was a lumberman myself onct--up in Michigan, he said.
human
But thar wasn't enough excitement, so I gave it up to seek gold and silver. Minin' and prospectin' just suit me--leas'wise so long as the grub holds out. One thing is in our favor--scarcity o' men up in them new gold fields. Now, down in Colorady it's different--all overrun with men, eh, Portney?
gpt
Yes, we'll have rather an open field,