human
Joshua, she whispered,
gpt
I hate to rouse thee, but—look off there to the west; what is it we see? Is it—is it another mirage? It looks as if there were trees there. I have been looking and looking, but I was afraid to speak. I hated to awaken your hopes—it is so hard——
human
I think—I believe—it _does_ look like timber! Of course it is a long way off yet—but——
gpt
I believe there is a patch of timber over there. There must be a stream of some sort near. Don’t wake the children, let them sleep; we will make for it as fast as we can.