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overtaken us and had stalked and killed another 
good antelope by the way, so he was in the best of — 
spirits. During the cold nights on the mountains, 
I had several times thought of how comfortable a 
warm Pullman would be. When the train arrived, 
I was very tired waiting for it, so turned in at once, 
but not to sleep, as there was no air in my stuffy 
berth, and I was almost roasted. Often during that 
night, I longed for the cosy haystack on Cotton- 
wood Creek. 
