human
When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, with fraternal blood. Liberty and Union, now and forever, one and inseparable.
gpt
Heah, we told you no politics. Git back thar, now, quick, or we'll bust your haid with this heah rock.
human
I was bound to give 'em a little straight goods before I quit, and they got it. Old Dan Webster's very words.
gpt
The orders is to stay right here for the night, said the Orderly-Sergeant, coming up through the brush to Si,