human
But, explained the bridge-tender,
gpt
I'm only on from six to six during daylight, and of course if anything comes through at night I wouldn't know about it. I'm pretty sure, though, there's been nothing up this way for a month of Sundays, 'cept Buck Wesley, who creeped up 'bout two hours ago, following a gang of ducks that uses right over there above Mayhew's Meadows. And the way Buck's been shooting for the last hour, he must be having a time and no mistake.
human
Well, so long, called Sandy.
gpt
I guess I'll go up the river a little further and have a look.
human
Is that you, Sandy?
gpt
That's me,
human
Come over here, I want to talk to you,
gpt
Well, Buck, what's the trouble?
human
No trouble, Sandy, but when I come up the river this mornin'--I ain't been up for three weeks, it's been such pore weather for ducks--I seen a bunch of widgeon go down right over here, an' as I skims up by the collard patch t'other side of the bridge, I noticed a boat lyin' in the mud, and when I gits near to her, I knows by the cut of her jib that she's yer Lillian.
gpt
My Lillian? Wher'd yer say yer seen her?
human
Why, by the collard patch, not fifty yards from the Causeway. She looked like she'd drifted on the marsh. I calc'lated when I got through shootin' that I'd pick her up an' take her down to yer landin'. The oars wuz in, an' I guess she must 'a' strayed from the shore, through somebody fergettin' to tie her up.
gpt
I'm much 'bliged, Buck, thanked Sandy,