human
It’s wonderfully clean and cozy and comfortable-looking, exclaimed Mrs. Peniman.
gpt
I wonder how you keep it so. I would not dream that a house just dug into the ground could be so attractive.
human
Lots of ’em ain’t, vouchsafed Jim Ward.
gpt
Some of the folks that come out here is content to live like pigs. But me an’ Mary ain’t. She always was a good housekeeper, an’ she keeps this place so nice I sometimes almost forgit we live in a dugout.
human
Now you quit talkin’, Jim, put in
gpt
Mary,
human
Has thee ever been troubled with Indians, friend Ward?
gpt
No, answered the pioneer,
human
But why haven’t you? demanded Joe,
gpt
Because I’ve always figgered on treatin’ the Indians like they was _human_. Some folks treats ’em worse’n dogs. Good land, this is their country, ain’t it? They was here first! Us folks that comes in now is just takin’ what they’ve owned for God knows how many years. Ain’t it so?
human
Yes, said Joshua Peniman,
gpt
An’ there _is_ danger; don’t ye ever forgit that. Some o’ these here Indians is bad medicine. They’re mad about havin’ white settlers come in, an’ they’ll plug ye the fust chance they get. But I figger that Indians is jest like other folks. Some is bad an’ some good—they’re all just human. Me an’ Mary has always thought if we treated them all right they’d treat us right. So fur it’s worked all right.