human
Mr. Buffle, said she,
gpt
I was going through by stage to San Francisco, when I overheard the driver say to a man seated by him that you knew more miners than any man in California--that you had been through the whole mining country.
human
Well, mum, said Buffle, with a delighted but sheepish look, which would have become a missionary complimented on the number of converts he had made,
gpt
I _hev_ been around a good deal, that's a fact. I reckon I've staked a claim purty much ev'rywhar in the diggins.
human
So I inferred from what the driver said, she replied,
gpt
We'll git out ef yer say so, mum; but yer needn't be afraid to say ennything before us. We know a lady when we see her, an' mebbe some on us ken give yer a lift; if we can't, I've only got to say thet ef yer let out enny secrets, grizzlies couldn't tear 'em out uv enny man in this crowd. Hey, fellers?
human
You bet,
gpt
Thank you, gentlemen--God bless you, said the woman, earnestly.
human
My story is soon told. I am looking for my husband, and I _must_ find him. His name is Allan Berryn.
gpt
Names ain't much good in this country, mum--no man kerries visitin'-cards, an' mighty few gits letters. Besides, lots comes here 'cos they're wanted elsewhere, an' they take names that ain't much like what their mothers giv 'em. Mebbe you could tell us somethin' else to put us on the trail of him?
human
Hez he got both of his eyes an' ears, mum?
gpt
Uv course he hez, you fool! replied Buffle, savagely.
human
The lady's husband's a gentleman, an' 'tain't likely he's, been chawed or gouged.
gpt
I ax parding, mum,
human
He is of medium height, slightly built, has brown hair and eyes, and wears a plain gold ring on the third finger of his left hand,
gpt
Got all his front teeth, mum? asked the man Buffle had rebuked; then he turned quickly to Buffle, who was frowning suspiciously, and said, appeasingly,
human
Yer know, Buffle, that bein' a gentleman don't keep a feller from losin' his teeth in the nateral course of things.
gpt
He had all his front teeth a few months ago, replied Mrs. Berryn.
human
I do not know how to describe him further--he had no scars, moles, or other peculiarities which might identify him, except, she continued, with a faint blush--a wife's blush, which strongly tempted Buffle to kneel and kiss the ground she stood on--