human
Great Moses! but I was glad to see you, Ham!
gpt
Glad! Glad is no name for my feelings, when I saw your great body loom up by the side of the alcalde,
human
I reckon you was some pleased tew see me, grinned back Ham,
gpt
Colonel, Colonel Fremont! and Thure broke away from Ham's hand to rush up to Fremont, who was talking with the alcalde.
human
I--we can never thank you enough for coming so splendidly to our help.
gpt
Then do not try, smiled back Fremont.
human
My boy, and he gripped Thure's hand, as his face sobered,
gpt
I have not forgotten a certain night, some three years ago, near the shores of Lake Klamath, when an Indian stood with bow bended and arrow aimed at my breast; nor the skill and quickness of the boy, whose bullet struck and killed the Indian before his fingers could loose the arrow.[2] I fancy that I have not yet discharged my full debt to that boy.