human
I was wondering whether we mightn't get our first snow-storm before another sundown, that's all,
gpt
Now, however could you tell that, when everything looks bright, and oh-be-joyful to me up yonder?
human
Well, there are some things one can know, partly by instinct, and find it pretty hard to explain, Thad went on to say.
gpt
I seem to feel a something in the air that says 'snow' as plain as words. It may be just a sort of dampness; but that's the way about it. Then I notice the direction of the wind, which is northwest; and the cut of those few cirrus clouds lying low near the horizon. I can't exactly explain so that you could understand, but if I was asked my opinion, I'd say we'll see the snow flakes flying before many hours.
human
How about that?
gpt
He's right, 'cause thar's agoin' ter be summat o' a fall. P'raps 'twon't amount ter much, nobody kin tell that; but it sez snow, all right,
human
Me tew,
gpt
That settles it, Step Hen declared.
human
I'm going out prepared for business. Never did like to be snowed under, any way you take it.
gpt
Too bad we ain't got a snow shovel along,
human
Oh! you can joke all you want to, snapped back the other;
gpt
Loan you my earmuffs if you say the word, Step Hen,
human
Well, now, that's decent of you, Bumpus, the other scout remarked;