human
Come, my boy, Si said kindly.
gpt
Don't cry. You're a soldier now, and soldiers don't cry. Stop it.
human
Dod durn it, blubbered Pete,
gpt
I ain't cryin' bekase Pm skeered. I'm cryin' bekase I'm afeared you'll lose me. I know durned well you'll lose me yit, with all this foolin' around.
human
No, we won't, Si assured him.
gpt
You just keep with us and you'll be all right.
human
Here, you blim-blammed, moon-eyed suckers, git offen that 'ere crossin', yelled at them a fireman whose engine came tearing down toward the middle of the squad.
gpt
Hain't you got no more sense than to stand on a crossin'?
human
Hello, there; where are you goin', you chuckle-headed clodhoppers? yelled the men on another train rushing down from a different direction.
gpt
This ain't no hayfield. Go back home and drive cows, and git out o' the way o' men who're at work.