human
This little compact country is really wonderful, in its way! he exclaimed.
gpt
There's so much squeezed into it, even leaving out your towns. Parts of it are like Ontario---the southern strip I mean--with the plow-land, orchards and homesteads sprinkled among the woods and rolling ground. Then your Midlands are like the prairie, only that they're greener--there's the same sweep of grass and the same sweep of sky, and this --he gazed at the rugged hills rent by winding dales--
human
Yes, agreed Vane;
gpt
Now you have hit it! That's the precise difference. We've three belts of country, beginning at Labrador and running west--rock and pine scrub, level prairie, and ranges piled on ranges beyond the Rockies. Hundreds of leagues of each of them, and, within their limits, all the same. But this country's mixed. You can get what you like--woods, smooth grass-land, mountains--in a few hours' ride.
human
Our people and their speech and habits are mixed, too. There's more difference between county and county in thirty miles than there is right across your whole continent. You're cast in the one mold.
gpt
I'm inclined to think it's a good one, laughed Carroll.
human
What's more, it has set its stamp on you. The very way your clothes hang proclaims that you're a Westerner.