human
Grant--the Cossacks--the Cossacks are riding down those little Italians in Sands Park--chasing them like dogs from the paths--they say the cavalry is using whips!
gpt
Any one hurt? he asked. Fenn, with the receiver to his ear went on,
human
The Dagoes are not fighting back--the cavalrymen are shooting in the air, but--the lines are broken--the scabs are marching to the mines through a line of soldiers--we've stopped about a third from the cars--they are forming at the upper end of the Park--our men, they--
gpt
Good-by,