human
The Black Horse Tavern.
gpt
We will get out and begin our adventures, said Mr. Whitney, smilingly.
human
This little sort of creek was called First River. I dare say in past days it came rushing over the hill in quite a wild way.
gpt
Is there a Second River?
human
Indeed there is, at Belleville. There used to be an old mill hereabouts, and this was the mill brook. Once or twice, in a freshet, the stream has risen so that it swept the bridge away.
gpt
It's meek enough now, said Ben.
human
Black Horse Tavern! That ought to be in a book.