human
You-all suttinly did warm old Arcturum a li'l bit dis mawnin', Mistah Mehywethah!
gpt
Yes, and see that you rub him well. Mind you, if Mr. Jefferson finds that his whitest handkerchief shows a sweat-mark from the horse's hide he will cut off both your black ears for you, Samson--and very likely your head along with them. You know your master!
human
Yassah, yassah, grinned Samson, who no more feared Mr. Jefferson than he did the young gentleman with whom he now spoke.
gpt
I just lookin' at you comin' down that path right now, and I say to myself, 'Dar come a ridah!' I sho' did, Mistah Mehywethah!