human
Allan _Buffle_ Berryn.
gpt
Nice place? I guess it is; ther hain't no such farm in _this_ part of Illinoy, nor anywhere else that _I_ knows on. Two-story house, and painted instead of being whitewashed; blinds on the winders; no thirty-dollar horses in the barn, an' no old, unpainted wagons around; no deadened trees standin' aroun' in the corn-lot or the wheat-field--not a one. Good cribs to hold his corn, instead of leaving it on the stalk, or tuckin' it away in holler sycamore logs, good pump to h'ist his drinkin'-water with, good help to keep up with the work--why, ther hain't a man on Matalette's whole place that don't look smart enough to run a farm all alone by himself. And money--well, he don't ask no credit of no man: he just hauls out his money and pays up, as if he enjoyed gettin' rid of it. There's nobody like him in these parts, you can just bet your life.