human
I never heard of such a thing, said Brown Buck;
gpt
Yes, said the patriarch of the camp,
human
sighed Limping Jim.
gpt
He's lost his head, an' reason just goes into one ear and out at t'other. When he was scrapin' aroun' the front door t'other day, an' I asked him what he wuz a-layin' the ground all bare an' desolate for, he said he was done keepin' pig-pen. Now everybody but him knows he never had a pig. His head's gone, just mark my words.