human
Thorpe, if you don't wrastle a hot snack d--d quick, I'll eat yore ears!
gpt
Give him anythin' to stop that yowlin', bellowed another.
human
Can't he learn nothin' but 'Th' Dyin' Nun'? Thank heaven he never learned no more of it. A sick calf ain't no cheerfuller than him.
gpt
You'll have to eat lively, boys, sang out the trail-boss.
human
Everythin' is on th' move in an hour. If yo're in such a cussed hurry, Jud, get some wood for him. Take it from that lame pack horse. Reckon we'll have to shoot him if he don't get better in a hurry.
gpt
Hot, cussed hot, he enlightened the cheerful, but tired group on the bank.
human
Hot _an'_ oozy. Hello, hoss, he greeted, slapping the shrinking shoulder.
gpt
You heard what th' boss said about you? Pick up, Ol' Timer; pick up or you'll get shot. What? Don't blame you a bit, not a cussed bit. _I_'d ruther be shot, too, than tote wood over this part of h--l. Oh, well; life's plumb funny. You'll fry if you do, an' you'll die if you don't. What's th' difference, anyhow, Ol' Timer?
human
Hey, Jud, called a voice.
gpt
Got a new bunkie?
human
I could have worse than a cayuse, replied Jud.
gpt
A cussed sight worse.
human
There's mocassins, rattlers, copperheads, tarantulas, an' scorpions in that pond!
gpt
You done forgot Gila monsters, tigers an'--an'--Injuns, retorted Jud.
human
Now comes a job. With both arms full of slippin', criss-crossin' firewood, th' rest slidin' from th' pack, I got to hang on to what I got, put th' rest back like it ought to go an' make everythin' tight. Come out here, some d--d fool, an' gimme a hand. Better move lively--only got four arms an' six hands. There! he exploded.
gpt
There goes th' shootin'-match off th' hoss. Th' wind'll blow 'em ashore an' we can pick up th' whole caboodle.
human
Wind? jeered the snake-enumerator.
gpt
Where's th' wind? Yo're a fool!
human
On th' bank, where yo're settin', you thick-headed ass! yelled Jud.
gpt
You got so cussed much to say, suppose you muddy yore lily-white pants an' do somethin' besides bray!
human
Did you spill any of 'em, Jud? anxiously asked a voice.
gpt
I heard a splash.
human
Wait for me, Jud; I'm comin',
gpt
Why don't you send that white-washed idol? asked Jud.
human
I'll show him who's th' fool; an' what a splash sounds like!