human
Is this you at last, Davie?
gpt
Just myself,
human
God, man, but I've been wearying to see ye! says he.
gpt
I've had the longest kind of a time. A' day, I've had my dwelling into the inside of a stack of hay, where I couldnae see the nebs of my ten fingers; and then two hours of it waiting here for you, and you never coming! Dod, and ye're none too soon the way it is, with me to sail the morn! The morn? what am I saying?--the day, I mean.
human
Ay, Alan, man, the day, sure enough, said I.
gpt
It's past twelve now, surely, and ye sail the day. This'll be a long road you have before you.
human
We'll have a long crack of it first,
gpt
Well, indeed, and I have a good deal it will be telling you to hear,