human
It would be idle, Colonel Forrester, he said, taking the proffered hand,
gpt
And yet, Colonel, said a surly-looking backwoodsman, who sat with one hand thrust into the bosom of a hunting frock, and the other playing with the richly ornamented hilt of a dagger, while a round hat, surmounted by a huge cockade, was perched knowingly over his left ear, covering, or rather shadowing, little more than one fourth of his head--
human
I reckon as how this here sort of thing comes within the spy act. Here's a commissioned officer of King George, taken not only in our lines, but in our very trenches in the disguise of a private soger. What say you, Captain Buckhorn? turning to one somewhat younger and less uncouth, who sat nest him habited in a similar manner.
gpt
Don't you think it comes within the spy act?