human
You are not angry with me, father, for deserting?
gpt
No, my boy, no; I was angry with you for 'listing, but not for deserting. What business had you with the pipeclay? But I do think I have reason to be angry elsewhere, when I reflect that after having lost my two legs in defending her, my country is now to take from me my boy in his prime. It's but a poor reward for long and hard service--poor encouragement to do your duty; but what do they care? they have had my sarvices, and they have left me a hulk. Well, they may take the rest of me if they please, now that they--Well, it's no use crying; what's done can't be helped, continued old Tom, as the tears ran down in torrents;
human
continued old Tom, after a pause--
gpt
Father, I will not die in a red coat--I won't put it on.
human
That's some comfort, Tom, anyhow, and comfort's wanted.
gpt
And I'll die like a man, father.
human
That you will, Tom, and that's some comfort.
gpt
We shall meet again, father.
human
Hope so, Tom, in heaven--that's some comfort.
gpt
And now, father, bless me, and take care of my poor mother.
human
Bless you, Tom, bless you!