human
I dew vum, or an
gpt
I tell _yeou_, ) He would build one shay to beat the taown 'n' the keounty 'n' all the kentry raoun'; It should be so built that it _couldn'_ break daown: --
human
Fur, said the Deacon,
gpt
Settler's ellum, -- Last of its timber,--they couldn't sell 'em,-- Never an axe had seen their chips, And the wedges flew from between their lips, Their blunt ends frizzled like celery-tips; Step and prop-iron, bolt and screw, Spring, tire, axle, and linchpin too, Steel of the finest, bright and blue; Thoroughbrace bison-skin, thick and wide; Boot, top, dasher, from tough old hide Found in the pit when the tanner died. That was the way he
human
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gpt
There! said the Deacon,