human
I don't care, he can have his old place, he cried angrily.
gpt
We'll never get rich here, if we stay a hundred years. I'm sick and tired of cutting timber just for one's meals!
human
It's all well enough to talk so, Randy, was the elder brother's cautious response.
gpt
But where are we to go if we leave here?
human
Oh, anywhere! We might try our luck down in Bangor, or maybe Boston.
gpt
We'd cut pretty figures in a city, I'm thinking, after a life in the backwoods.
human
A backwoods boy became President.
gpt
Do you wish to try for the presidency?
human
No; but it shows what can be done; and I'm tired of drudging in the woods, without any excitement or anything new from one year's end to another. Father and mother gave us pretty good educations, and we ought to make the most of that.
gpt
I knew he wanted to sell this land to Dan Roland, went on Earl, after a pause.
human
I fancy he is going to get a good price, too.
gpt
If Roland pays over five hundred dollars he will get cheated. The timber at the south end is good for nothing.