human
A man of Boston dressin' went through there, and at one of the stations there wasn't any mules. Says the man who was fixed out to kill in his Boston dressin', 'Where's them mules?' Says the driver, 'Them mules is into the sage brush. You go catch 'em--that's wot YOU do.' Says the man of Boston dressin', 'Oh no!' Says the driver! 'Oh, yes!' and he took his long coach-whip and licked the man of Boston dressin' till he went and caught them mules. How does that strike you for a joke?
gpt
Say, Bill, wot you done with that air sorrel mare of yourn?
human
Sold her,
gpt
Wot'd you git?
human
Hund'd an' fifty dollars, cash deown!
gpt
Show! Hund'd an' fifty for that kickin' spavin'd critter! Who'd you sell her to?
human
Sold her to mother!
gpt
Wot! exclaimed brother No. 1,
human
This is the first squar' meal we've had since we left Rocky Thompson's,
gpt
Air you the literary man?
human
Wall, don't make fun of our clothes in the papers. We air goin' right through in these here clothes, WE air! We ain't goin' to RAG OUT till we git to Nevady! Pass them sassiges!
gpt
Let the chorus still be sung, Long live Brother Brigham Young, And blessed be the vale of Desere't--ret--ret! And blessed be the vale of Deseret.