human
Yas'm. Young Cap'n didn' min' dat little bullet right through his neck no mo'n a fly-bite. Nothin' gwine to keep dat boy back.
gpt
An' Young Cap'n he jes drew hisself up mighty gran' an' says: 'I'm going to join my regiment,' he says. 'It sails to-morrow.' But Ole Cap'n done killed, Bob reckoned;
human
No, Bob, he's coming home now, and Bob's eyes streamed.
gpt
You've been a good boy, Bob. Come here;