human
There is a fire on the prairie, away at the north, said Howe,
gpt
It is true, there is fire, and now I see the smoke away yonder, looking like a thin mist against the sky; should it blow this way, our only refuge is the Sand Hills, that I know lay yonder towards the forest,
human
Saddle the horses and mules, boys, said Mr. Duncan,
gpt
he continued,
human
But, suppose you, with the oxen, wagons, and cows, are surrounded with fire,
gpt
We will do our best in the emergency. But I hope to gain the hills in safety. Perhaps the wind will shift and blow the fire in another direction. We must hope for the best, doing everything in our power for our safety. Now go; give the horses and mules a loose rein.