human
Now by my soul! cried Hough, with a quivering of his slit nostrils.
gpt
It were an everlasting disgrace to Christian men to stand thus idle and watch a priest of Baal offering sacrifice. Bid us run out the guns, captain, and drop a good Protestant cannon ball amid yonder catholic juggling. We have fought for our country this day. Let us now commit ourselves to the Lord's work, and snuff out yonder stinking candles, and end these popish blasphemies.
human
They cram on yet more sail. But they shall not come up to us unless we are brought upon a bar, and even so they cannot pass us, because the water becomes narrow beyond. Where is friend Woodfield?
gpt
Guarding the prisoners at the door of the cabin and keeping an eye that they do not arm themselves.
human
Listen to the men below, said Flower.
gpt
Our caged birds become weary of confinement, and beat their wings to escape.