human
We aren’t quite such desperate characters as we appear, saluted Joshua Peniman with his pleasant smile.
gpt
We have barely escaped with our lives from a prairie fire, had to use all the water we had, and have had no chance to wash. My name is Peniman—Joshua Peniman, a Quaker, from the Muskingum Valley in Ohio, and these are my wife and children.
human
Glad t’ meet ye, Mr. Peniman, said the pioneer, extending a hairy, work-worn hand.
gpt
So you was in the track o’ that fire, was ye? Sa-ay, I wonder ye ever got out alive. It was sure a fire, all right. Me an’ the old woman been watchin’ it. Thought fer a spell it might come this way, but th’ wind favored us. Glad ye got through all right. Ye sure have got a likely-lookin’ family. My name’s Ward—Jim Ward. B’en out here goin’ on three years. Homesteaded a piece o’ land back here that ye can’t beat in the hull nation. Travelin’ across country? Be’n pretty hot, ain’t it? But that’s what makes good corn. We’re going to have a hummer of a crop this season. But come in, come in! Ye shore do look all tuckered out. Wife’ll git ye chairs, an’ I’ll go out an’ draw up some fresh water. I reckon ye must be dry.