human
These papers for Mr. Jefferson, Governor--certain land-titles, of which we spoke to him last year. Do you not remember?
gpt
These samples of cloth and of satin, Governor, said a dark-eyed French girl, smiling up at him.
human
Would you match them for me in the East? I am to be married in the spring!
gpt
The price of furs--learn of that, Governor, if you can, while on your journey. The embargo has ruined the trade in all this inland country!
human
Books, more books, my son! implored Dr. Saugrain.
gpt
We are growing here--I must keep up with the surgery of the day; I must know the new discoveries in medicine. Bring me books. And take this little case of medicines. You are ill, my son--the fever has you!
human
My people--they mourn for me as dead, said Big White, the Mandan, who had never returned to his people up the Missouri River since the repulse of his convoy by the Sioux.
gpt
Tell the Great Father that he must send me soldiers to take me back home to my people. My heart is poor!
human
Governor, see if you can get me an artificial limb of some sort while you are in the East.