human
Wh-what do ye mean by his t-timber?
gpt
His character, Dunmore answered.
human
Men are like trees. Some are hickory, some are oak, some are cedar, some are only basswood. Some are strong, beautiful, generous; some are small and sickly for want of air and sunlight; some are as selfish and quarrelsome as a thorn-tree. Every year we must draw energy out of the great breast of nature and put on a fresh ring of wood. We must grow or die. You know what comes to the rotten-hearted?
gpt
Uh-huh,
human
There's good timber enough in you and in that little book of yours, Dunmore went on.
gpt
If it's only milled with judgment--some of it would stand planing and polishing--there's enough, my friend, to make a mansion. Believe me, it will not be lost.
human
Ain't nothin' b-but a woodpecker's drum, he answered. After a moment of silence he asked,
gpt
What'll become o' the country?