human
is the pleased exclamation which proceeds from the gaucho's lips, as he sits contemplating the cranes.
gpt
We sha'n't have any swimming to do here; the rain don't seem to have deepened the ford so much as a single inch. You see those long-legged gentry; it barely wets their feet. So much the better, since it ensures us against getting our own wetted, with our baggage to the boot. Stay! he adds, speaking as if from some sudden resolve,