human
Well, I got to git along with him for a spell yit, Jim answered, slowly, his eyes turned up to the sky.
gpt
He _is_ ornery, and no mistake, and I git mad at him sometimes; but then ag'in I feel kinder sorry for him somehow. He's a queer kind, ain't he, to be livin' up here all his life with trees and mountains all 'round him, all doin' their best to please him--and I don't know nothin' friendlier nor honester--and yet him bein' what he is? I'd 'a' thought they'd thawed him out 'fore this. And he's so dog-goned close, too, if I must say it. Why, if it warn't for Mother Marvin, some o' us 'raound here --and he stopped and lowered his voice--