human
Don't like the looks of it at all, said Len, after breakfast.
gpt
Too windy to be safe.
human
Think we'd better stop home?
gpt
M--m! Can't spare the time, he demurred.
human
Got our work cut out to finish in good time for the burn, you know, so guess we'll chance it.
gpt
Righto! I answered. So 7.30 a.m. saw us at it as usual. I was on a
human
patch--trees leaning every way--on the side of a hill. I had sent several drives up; then had to go among the fallen stuff to send the last four trees of that patch down hill. The last one of these four was a long willowy crowfoot elm, and as he had a bit of a lean uphill I
gpt
him well, to make sure he'd go; scarfed the others, and then started on the driving tree. It was blowing fresh and I was a bit nervous. I hurriedly got the belly cut in, and had the back in near enough to make him start talking (i.e., cracking a bit), when a strong gust came along, making the trees sway dangerously. I stood a second or two undecided whether to go or stay, and
human
A sharp crack! and the long crowfoot broke back over the scarf, automatically becoming the driver, and sending the whole lot down on top of me.
gpt
Oh, Christ!