human
What 'll become of us?
gpt
Have t' be sawed an' trimmed an' planed an' matched an' go into town.
human
Not me, said the occupant of the nail-keg.
gpt
Too many houses an' folks an' too much noise. Couldn't never stan' it.
human
Village is a cur'ous place, said another, who had never been sober when he saw it.
gpt
Steeples an' buildin's an' folks reel 'round in pairs. Seems so the sidewalk flowed like a river, an' nothin' stan's still long 'nough so ye can see how 't looks.
human
Goin't' the Fourth?
gpt
Might as well--got t' hev a tooth drawed.
human
I've got one that's been growlin' purty spiteful, said the nail-kegger.
gpt
Dunno but I might as well go an' hev it tore out.
human
I got t' be snaked, too,
gpt
Reg'lar tooth-drawin' down thar to-morrer,
human
Beats all how the teeth git t' rairin' up ev'ry circus an' Fourth o' July, said the nail-kegger. The laughter which now ensued seemed, as it were, to shake everybody off his perch. The counter and the cracker-barrel expressed themselves in a creak of relief, and all went abovestairs save the Emperor. He cut a few boughs for a pillow, spread his blanket under the pine-trees, flung an end of it over his great body, and
gpt
as he was wont to say. At any time of day or night he had only to lie down and