human
No, I haven't. I don't have to educate myself to the point where I know the _Chisholm Trail_ isn't a proper kind of funeral hymn, Ward Warren. Billy Louise glanced over her shoulder and lowered her voice instinctively, as we all do when death has come close and stopped.
gpt
Jase died last night; that's his grave up there. Isn't it perfectly pitiful? Poor old Marthy was here all solitary alone with him. And--Ward! She dug that grave her own self, and took him up and buried him--and, Ward! She--she wheeled him up in the--_wheelbarrow_! She had to, of course. She couldn't carry him. But isn't it awful?