human
Sargasso Sea, he said reflectively, between puffs of his pipe, after the idlers had left the store.
gpt
Yes, 'tis a fact, Niece Louise. That's what Abe drifted in for years--a mort of seaweed and pulp.
human
What _do_ you mean, Uncle Amazon?
gpt
This, the master mariner said, with a wide sweep of his arm taking in the cluttered store.
human
This was Abe's Sargasso Sea--and it come nigh to smotherin' him and bearin' him down by the head.
gpt
Oh! you mean his life was so confined here?
human
I wonder he bore it so long.
gpt
I am afraid Uncle Abram is getting all he wants of adventure now,
human
I wonder?