human
Hurrah fer Pawnee Brown!
gpt
Score one fer the boomers!
human
An' a big one fer Pawnee.
gpt
Don't hurry now, Pawnee, you've got 'em whar the hair ez good an' long!
human
It would seem so, men, answered the great scout.
gpt
No, I'll be careful now--since the tide has turned. In less than sixty days I'll wager all I am worth we'll march into Oklahoma without the first sign of trouble.
human
Dot's der pest ding I vos hear for a month, said Humpendinck.
gpt
Pawnee ought to haf a medal alreatty.
human
It's a stattoo we will put up fer him in Oklahomy, said Delaney.
gpt
A stattoo wid Pawnee a-ridin' loike mad to the new lands, wid the Homestead act in wan hand an' a bundle o' sthakes in th' other, an' under the stattoo we'll put the wurruds, 'Pawnee Brown, the St. Patrick av Oklahomy!'
human
Ach! go on mit yer St. Patrick! howled Humpendinck.
gpt
He vos noddings but a snake killer.
human
Oh, mon! burst in Rosy Delaney.
gpt
A snake killer, Moike, do ye moind thot? Swat the Dootchman wan, quick!