human
Do you know, he begins, in a melancholy tone,
gpt
And now I must take my bag of gold on one end of a stick and my best clothes done up in a bundle on the other, and go out to the new Territories. A young man grows up governor or senator, or some great personage there. I think it must be in the atmosphere,--ozone or odyle, what is it?
human
You know I ought to do the world some good.
gpt
Yes. And the Presidents come from the West. I would rather be a President.
human
Oh, you couldn't, you know ; and he laughs again.
gpt
Is there nothing else that would satisfy your ambition?
human
Nothing!
gpt
Nothing, he repeats, disconsolately.
human
Then I may as well go. You see before you a struggling but worthy young man, born to a better heritage, but cruel fate----
gpt
Well, cruel fate,