human
Providence help the poor chaps who are not well provided for this winter, said Mr. Portney, one day.
gpt
I shouldn't wonder if some of them are found dead in the spring.
human
To be sure, answered the captain.
gpt
I looked ter somethin' putty bad myself, but I didn't expect nuthin' like this. Why, we might jest as well be a-sittin' on the top o' the North Pole. Hain't been a blessed streak o' sunshine fer eight days, an' every time it snows the stuff piles up a foot or so more! It must be nigh on to thirty feet deep in yonder gulch.
human
We'll have to economize with our store before long, put in the doctor.
gpt
Flour is running pretty low. Captain, you'll have to give us less flap-jacks--they're too toothsome.
human
Yes, we'll have to come down to plain bread, said Foster Portney.
gpt
And maybe eat it stale too,