human
What do you think, chief?
gpt
Push on,
human
If you were not so intolerably conceited about the value of your words--hang it, man, you are not the Poet Laureate!--you might give your reasons why we should not camp where we are. The sun will be down in two hours; the way is long, the wind is cold, or will be soon. This pilgrim has tightened his belt to stave off the gnawing at his stomach; here is running water, here is wood, here is everything calculated to charm the poetic mind even of Captain Ladds----
gpt
Road! interrupted his fellow-traveller, pointing along the track marked more by deep old wheel-ruts, grown over with grass, than by any evidences of engineering skill.
human
Roads lead to places; places have beds; beds are warmer than grass--no rattlesnakes in beds; miners in hotels--amusing fellows, miners.
gpt
If ever I go out again after buffaloes, or bear, or mountain-deer, or any other game whatever which this great continent offers, with a monosyllabic man, may I be condemned to another two months of buffalo steak without Worcester sauce, such as I have had already; may I be poisoned with bad Bourbon whisky; may I never again see the sweet shady side of Pall Mall; may I----