human
As I understand it, he said, turning around at last,
gpt
But that's not the point! I thought, --in an injured, almost tearful voice--
human
Oh, I do. I see the other point. You hate to stop work for, --he cleared his throat--
gpt
A year, said Beason dismally,
human
And where are you going, my boy? he asked kindly.
gpt
What are you going to do?
human
I'm going clear out West, said Beason gloomily.
gpt
Father has something for me with a company in the Northwest.
human
Out there! --an eager voice rang out, a voice which rested on a smothered sob.
gpt
Great heavens, man, you're going out there? Out there to the mountains and the forests? Out there where you can see the sun come up and go down, can see--can see--
human
I never cared much for scenery, said Beason bluntly,
gpt
We don't really leave a thing, said the man--his voice was low and tired--
human
Beason, --something in his voice now made the boy move a little nearer--
gpt
I'm sorry for your disappointment, but I wish I could make you see how much you have to live for. Get in the habit of looking at the sunsets, Beason. Take a good many long looks at the mountains and the rivers. It's not unscientific. You know, --with a little whimsical toss of his head--