human
It's as your excellency wills, he repeated resolutely, and at the same time humbly glancing at his master, and tossing back his hair.
gpt
But it would never do for us to live on a new farm.
human
Why not?
gpt
Nay, your excellency, not if you move us over there: here we are wretched enough, but over there we could never in the world get along. What kind of peasants should we be there? Nay, nay, it is impossible for us to live there.
human
But why not, pray?
gpt
We should be totally ruined, your excellency.
human
But why can't you live there?
gpt
What kind of a life would it be? Just think! it has never been lived in; we don't know any thing about the water, no pasture anywhere. Here we have had hemp-fields ever since we can remember, all manured; but what is there there? Yes, what is there there? A wilderness! No hedges, no corn-kilns, no sheds, no nothing at all! Oh, yes, your excellency; we should be ruined if you took us there; we should be perfectly ruined. A new place, all unknown to us,