human
Not thinking of changing your mind, are you Jim?
gpt
If yuh mean 'bout goin' back, an' feelin' like a whipped houn' dog, sir, 'taint in Jim Hasty tuh do thet aways. Fact is, the guide went on, with a stubborn ring in his voice,
human
Well, I only hope he'll conclude to give us a wide berth, and make up his mind that he'd better keep his hands off, Thad went on.
gpt
Seems like he doesn't fancy you any too much, Jim?
human
I kinder guess Ole Cale does hate me wuss nor pizen, sir. P'raps he's gut reason fut hit; an' agin, mebbe he hain't. 'Tall depends on the way yuh look at hit. I on'y done what any man o' speerit'd adone, if so be he found himself up agin a stone wall like Cale Martin's 'no, not on yuh life!' meant.
gpt
Then you asked him for something, did you, Jim?
human
Jest what I done, sir; which something war what he happened to keer more fur than anything else on the yarth,
gpt
And that something, Jim?
human
War his darter, Little Lina, ther purtiest an' sweetest gal in all the Maine woods, the guide made answer.
gpt
When he sez as haow I never cud hev her with all her carin' fur me so much, I jest up an' run away with her; an' thet's why Ole Cale, he hates me wuss nor cold pizen!