human
My land! So you're Mis' Dunmore!
gpt
Yes, and very glad to see you.
human
An' you've stayed fifteen years in this camp?
gpt
It's a long time,
human
It's a wonder ye ain't all dead--livin' here on the bank of a pond like a lot o' mushrats! Sinth went on.
gpt
Cyrus Dunmore, you ought t' be 'shamed o' yerself. Heavens an' earth! I never heard o' nothin' so unhuman.
human
I mean jest what I say an' more too, Sinth went on.
gpt
You 'ain't done right, an' if you can't see it you 'ain't got common-sense. My stars! I don't care how much trouble you've had. A man that can't take his pack full o' trouble an' keep agoin' is a purty poor stick. I know what 'tis to be disapp'inted. Good gracious me! you needn't think you're the only one that ever got hurt. The Lord has took away ev'rything I loved 'cept one. He 'ain't left me nothin' but a brother an' a weak back an' lots o' work t' do, an' a pair o' hands an' feet an' a head like a turnup. He's blessed you in a thousan' ways. He's gi'n ye health an' strength an' talents an' a? gal that's more like an angel than a human bein', an' you don't do nothin' but set aroun' here an' sulk an' write portry!