human
Gewhillikins, murmured Jim Humphreys,
gpt
I wonder when we're going to have supper. I'm as holler as a stovepipe.
human
You've got your suppers in your haversacks, said Si.
gpt
We'll go into the mill and build a fire and make some coffee and fry some meat.
human
In my haversack, said Jim ruefully, after they had entered the mill, and he had run his hand into his forgotten haversack, and withdrawn it covered with a viscid greasy mush.
gpt
My haversack's full o' water, that's soaked everything else in it to a gruel.
human
So's mine; so's mine,
gpt
Confound it, said Si' wrathfully, as he looked into one after another.
human
Didn't none o' you have sense enough to fasten down the covers carefully, so's to keep the water out? Here it is--salt and sugar and coffee, bread and greasy pork all in one nasty mess. I declare, you don't seem to have the sense you wuz born with. You've bin breakin' yourselves down luggin' around 10 or 15 pounds o' water, besides spilin' your rations.
gpt
Probably Sarjint Hennessey has some rations that he kin give us,
human
Dade I haint--not a smidgeon, answered Hennessey.
gpt
We ixpicted ye's to git here this forenoon and relieve us, and we et up ivery spoonful of our grub for breakfast, so's to lighten us for a quick march back to camp. They've not bin runnin' in the mill for several days, and've carted off ivery bit of the male they ground. We're nigh starved oursilves, but we've had a lovely little foight, and we forgive ye's for not coming airlier. Oi wouldn't 've missed that last rush on thim divil's for a month's double rations.
human
Well, said Si, encouragingly,