human
Looks as if we had given th' skunks th' slip at last, Ham said, as he seated himself on his blanket, spread near the blazing fire, and leaned back comfortably on his elbow.
gpt
An' I don't wonder; for I don't believe even Kit Carson himself could have kept on our trail through all them short twistin' gulches an' thick woods, through which we've ben passin' for th' past tew days. Howsomever, I reckon, we hadn't better let up none on th' caution bus'ness--But, let us forgit them skunks an' turn our minds tew more pleasant things, like a song from th' Leetle Woman, and he turned to Mrs. Dickson.
human
I jest sorter feel hungry for music tonight. Please sing 'Old Dan Tucker,' an' Th' Emergrants Lament' an'--
gpt
Shore, grinned Ham.
human
I couldn't go tew sleep without hearin' 'Ben Bolt,' but let us have 'Old Dan Tucker' first.