human
Lookee hyar, he continued,
gpt
I war bid to tell the lubbly Injun lady that the gen'l'm'n wud be at dis berry spot to-morrow mornin' early to meet her, and I war 'tickler told say dat it war private, and not to be told no 'quisitive folks wat might want to know. Now I think, here Crookleg took off his tattered hat and scratched his wool.
human
Yes! dats all dis nigga war tole to say--yes, dats all.