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Great buffaloes! and Tim Perkins turned anxiously to Thure, by whose side he was riding,
gpt
Yes, answered Thure.
human
Can't you see that everyone is armed with a pick and shovel and gold-pan? Why, even the men on foot are lugging picks and shovels and gold-pans on their backs!
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An', continued Tim, the anxious look on his face deepening,
human
A ship has probably landed at San Francisco lately, Thure replied;
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Gosh! I'm afeard they'll find all th' gold afore we git thar! If 'twon't for Sal an' th yunks I'd hurry on ahead. Dang it, if I was only thar right now I might be discoverin' a pocket full of gold, like that miner aside your dad did, at this identical moment! Hi, thar, Jud, and he turned his eyes glowing with excitement to the face of the train-captain,
human
Now, jest keep a tight rein on your hosses, Perkins, grinned Jud Smith, the leader of the little company of Oregon gold-seekers;
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and an uneasy look came into his own eyes,