human
Twenty-eight left of our seventy-five, muttered Van Vuren, when he had heard Dutoit's report of two men lost and one dead of fever,
gpt
Yesterday we sighted a spy making south, and him we pursued until he escaped us in the bush,
human
These men never recognise defeat, went on Van Vuren.
gpt
They shall spread upward from the south, flow into this land, and push the French back from fort to fort. They have a wondrous knack of gratifying the savages. Know you if any new expedition has come over?
human
We came upon a man mortally sick, who babbled as he died about a ship supplied by the wool-staplers, which started from Bristol some nine months ago and was lost upon the reefs. This fellow had his face set due north, and believed that he was travelling towards Boston----
gpt
Who comes here?