human
So I went with him to his sledge and made a polite bow to the ladies--who looked excited but seemed inclined to smile when I promised to pass by Pigeon-Wood some day.
gpt
A rough wooing,
human
Rough on old man Browse. But he's gone with Guy Johnson.
gpt
What! To Canada? The beast!
human
Aye. So I thought to stop some day at Pigeon-Wood to see if the cote were entirely empty or no. Lord, what a fight we had, old Browse and I, there in the snow of the Mayfield road! And he burly as an October bear--a man all knotted over with muscles, and two fists that slapped you like the front kick of a moose! Oh, Lordy! Lordy! What a battle was there.... What bright eyes hath that little jade Betsy, of Pigeon-Wood!