human
Aunt Sinthy--you 'fraid?
gpt
Where we goin'?
human
Pon my soul, I dunno,
gpt
Don't you be 'fraid,
human
What's that?
gpt
The trees, Sinth answered, solemnly.
human
They're a-mowin' of 'em down.
gpt
I guess he'll find he's hurt himself more'n he has us.
human
Who?
gpt
That mehopper.
human
What's a mehopper?
gpt
He steals folks' albums, said Sue, confidently,
human
Ain't a bit like a deer, Sinth responded.
gpt
He can't go nowhere but down-hill--that's why ye always find him in low places--an' he's so 'fraid folks won't see him that he swears an' talks about himself.
human
He better look out for the Sundayman,
gpt
Who's the Sundayman?
human
He's a wonderful hunter an' he ketches all the wicked folks, Sinth answered.
gpt
An' them that swears he makes 'em into mehoppers, an' them that does cruel things he turns their hearts into stones, an' them that steals he takes away everything they have, an' if anybody lies he makes a fool of 'em so they b'lieve their own stories, an' he takes an' marks the face of every one he ketches so if ye look sharp ye can always tell 'em.
human
unless he brought back the
gpt
Miss Strong, I was hot under the collar, he began.
human
I didn't mean to put you out. I want you to come back and stay as long as you like. We can spare you one of the cabins.
gpt
No, sir,
human
All right, said he,
gpt
What you goin' t' do with them sick folks that's camped over at Robin?
human
I won't hurry 'em, said he;
gpt
It's a shame, Sinth answered.
human
You oughto hev consumption an' see how you'd like it.
gpt
There are plenty of hotels east of here.
human
But they're poor folks an' can't afford to pay board, even if they'd let 'em in, which they wouldn't.
gpt
I can't help it--we've got to get these logs down to the river before snow flies--it's business.