This cold is almost unbearable. I'd sooner live in hell!
Cap, I'll cash in this trip I guess; And if I do, I'm asking that you don't refuse my last request. It's the cursed cold, and it's got right hold till I'm chilled clean through the bone. Yet 'taint being dead--it's my awful dread of the icy grave that pains; So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you'll cremate my last remains.
A corpse is all that's left of Sam McGee, but the promise that I made keeps him with me half hidden. Oh God! how I hate the thing.
My cre-ma-tor-eum will be a place called Alice May.
I lit a fire and placed Sam in it, then went for a walk. I didn't like the sound of him cooking, but I need to go back and take a look.
Please close that door. It's fine in here, but I greatly fear you'll let in the cold and storm- Since I left Plumtree in Tennessee, it's the first time I've been warm.