human
Why, you see, Mah'sr Harry, it's a long way from dem woods here, and I got to go all de way back home agin; and it gits dark mighty early dese short days.
gpt
What's the matter?
human
I'm gwine to gib up dat job, Mah'sr Harry.
gpt
But why? You wanted it bad enough,
human
But I'm gwine to gib it up now,
gpt
Well, I want you to tell me your reasons for giving it up,
human
Well, Mah'sr Harry, dis is jist de truf; dem ar boys, dey ses to me dat ef I come foolin' around dere any more, dey'd jist chop me up, ole wrapper an' all, and haul me off fur kindlin' wood. Dey say I was dry enough. An' dey needn't a made sich a fuss about it, fur I didn't trouble 'em much; hardly eber went nigh 'em. Ten cents' worf o' oberseein' aint a-gwine to hurt nobody.
gpt
Well, Uncle Braddock, said Harry, laughing,
human
I think you're wise to give it up.
gpt
Dat's so,