I wake up in the nite rolled into a ball like a porkypine. Theys things
in the middle of my back like his stickers. If I dont move I get cramps.
If I do, I freeze. All around the place where Im lyin is as warm as a
park bench in winter. Sometimes I forget and push my feet down.
That's awful.

One night I thought I heard the horn and stuck my head out of the
blankets. It was Angus with his head and one arm outside snorin. Can you
beat that. I bet he swims in the ice all winter home and has his pictur
in the Sunday paper. I froze my ear before I could get my head back.
Thats the kind of a fello he is.

Its awful cold in the mornin. They blow three calls. The first is just
for the slow guys. I can make it nice from the march if I dont take too
many close off. Thats no temtashun. One guy jumps up just before
assembly and makes a lot of fuss like hes gettin dressed. He dont fool
nobody. The only thing he takes off at nite is his hat. Some says that
falls off when he gets into bed.

Angus gets up every mornin in his BVDs. I think his skin is furlined.
You can hear him smashin the ice in the pale with a hair brush outside.
Then you can tell hes washin by the noise he makes like a busted steam
pipe. Then he comes smashin into the tent leavin the door open and wipes
the ice off en his face with somebody elses towel an says gosh thats
great. I hate that kind of a fello.

Bill Huggins cleaned the stove with his towel last week sos everything
would be neet for inspecshun. Angus got hold of it in the dark next
mornin. Gee, youd haft laft, Mable.