Comin’ through Wyomin’ one time, I got caught in a cold snap and spent the night in a haystack. I was streamlinin’. Was in my shirt sleeves, and didn’t have no bedroll with me, and the temperature all of a sudden dropped down b’low freezin’. There was these stacks a hay in this pasture, and I climbed over the fence and went over and started burrowin’ inside one of ‘em.  The closer I got to the middle, the warmer it was. I crawled on my hands an’ knees, burrowin’ in an’ scoppin’ the hay. Left an openin’ for air and slept warm as ever the whole night. The next mornin’ I worked my way out, and there was about an inch a snow on the ground. The top a the haystack was covered with a layer a snow, but I slept good and warm under there.

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