human
We have had a hot time, father. They pressed us hard. Fourteen men lie stretched upon the straw, and nine are dead. Poor old Dick Wyatt is no more.
gpt
Heaven rest his soul! exclaimed Redward, piously crossing himself.
human
He was a good and true comrade to me through thick and thin, and I trow 'tis hard to be stricken down almost within sight of home.