human
It's queer how things dew turn out sometimes, philosophized Ham, when all were seated around a blazing camp-fire, built from the limbs of the dead sycamore, after the supper had been eaten and all the camp duties attended to.
gpt
Th' miner that murdered that tree, jest so that he might have dry wood, was murdered himself, jest for his gold; an' here we be a-settin' around an' takin' comfort from a camp-fire built from th' dead limbs of th' dead miner's dead tree, an' bound on a hunt for th' dead miner's gold. Wal, I shore hopes we have better luck than he did.
human
Oh, shut up, Ham! and Rex threw a discarded flapjack at Ham's head, with such good aim that it landed squarely over his big mouth.
gpt
You are enough to give the dumps to a man with the tooth-ache.
human
I think I would like to have another look at that skin map,
gpt
Certain, get the map, Thure,