human
My people here! said she, and pointed to camp-fires.
gpt
Plenty people come here. Heap hunt buffalo!
human
She knows, Will! said Lewis, once more.
gpt
We have a guide even here. We are the luckiest of men!
human
Soon we come where three rivers, said Sacajawea one day. They had passed to the south and west through the first range of mountains--through that Gate of the Mountains near to the rich gold fields of the future State of Montana.
gpt
By and by, three rivers--I know!