human
The birds go south, but the hunters and buffalo still go north,
gpt
My dream said that the winter will be dark and lonely, that the ice will be thick, the snow deep, and that many hearts will be sick because of the black days and the hunger that sickens the heart,
human
The hearts of cowards will freeze, she rejoined,
gpt
she added. Then suddenly she remembered to whom she was speaking, and a flood of feeling ran through her; for Swift Wing had cherished her like a fledgling in the nest till her young white man came from