human
Ain't ary hope of it blizzardin' to-morrer, boy, he broke his silence reluctantly,
gpt
Well, there won't be any more static in my film,
human
We-ell, this ain't but the middle uh November, yuh want to recollect, he said.
gpt
We're liable to have purtier storms 'n what this here one was, 'fore winter's over. Cattle'll be in worse condition, too,--ribs stickin' out so'st you kin count 'em a mile off 'n' more. Way winter's startin' in, wouldn't s'prise me a mite if we had storms all through till spring opens up.