human
What can that mean, said the trapper, calling the attention of the others to them.
gpt
It cannot be the Wahsatch mountains, for we went through them; besides, they ought to be nearly a hundred miles behind us. And they are not the Medicine Bow Mountains, for I am familiar with them, and these are quite unlike them.
human
Oh! uncle, it cannot be we have been travelling the wrong direction, and are quite lost,
gpt
I hardly know myself, he replied, with some trepidation.
human
I was sure we came south and west when carried away, and then of course the opposite direction is north-east, and we have, as near as I could tell, been travelling that direction. Yet, he added, musingly,
gpt
I ought to know the ground, but I do not recall one feature of it as familiar. What do you think about these mountains?
human
It is time Whirlwind visited the hunting grounds of the Great Spirit, for he is no longer a chief to lead his warriors to victory, but is a child that cannot find his way to his village through the forest,
gpt
Then we are lost! I feared it! Oh! we shall never see home again!
human
Why, child! there is none of your mother about you, said the trapper.
gpt
When she was not more than half your age she and I wandered off into the forest, got lost, and saw no human face for fourteen days, and during that time, although we had to eat leaves, berries and roots, she never shed a tear; but if she saw I was getting sad, she would begin some funny story that was sure to get us laughing. But there are no more girls like your mother was; they are all down in the mouth at the sight of danger now; nervous they call it, I believe.
human
No, no, uncle, Jane is none of that; but she is tired, and will have courage enough when rested,
gpt
I believe it is all your work, chief; you have frightened her, she places such confidence in your wood craft that she supposes if you cannot find your way out no one can.
human
My shoes are worn to shreds, said Jane, holding up the remnant of what once had been a pair of strong leather shoes,
gpt
My poor sister you shall have mine, said Edward, taking them off;
human
Young brave, put on your shoes again. I can provide the antelope[7] with moccasins that will be softer, and more effectually protect her feet than your shoes.