human
Looks like we might be on the border of a sort of marsh,
gpt
Yes, I began to notice that about ten minutes ago,
human
I only mention the fact, continued the lanky scout,
gpt
Yes, and I can see what you're hinting at, Lil Artha. You've got an idea this may be that marsh?
human
Correct!
gpt
And that if we've finally managed to work around, and strike Uncle Caleb's favorite stamping grounds, there's a pretty good chance the cabin can't be a great ways off?
human
Wish we could set up a holler that'd reach him!
gpt
We might try a few shots and see if they had any result, though I'd rather wait till dark before doing that,
human
I reckon you mean you still hope we might run foul of some sort of game that would give us a supper?
gpt
Well, here's the marsh, and while the snow is deep in most places, we might manage to run across one of their queer little winter houses, you know.
human
You mean muskrats, don't you, Elmer?
gpt
Just what I do, came the reply.
human
Beggars mustn't be choosers, they say; and it looks like that, or go hungry to-night, because we haven't got enough stuff on hand for two, much less four.
gpt
I wonder if they are so very bad eating?