Chapter 1

I SURVIVED THE CHILDREN'S BLIZZARD, 1888

我在1888年孩子们的暴风雪中幸存了下来

CHAPTER 1 JANUARY 12, 1888 PRAIRIE CREEK, DAKOTA TERRITORY AROUND 10:00 A.M. A deadly blizzard raged across the prairie, and eleven-year-old John Hale was trapped in a frozen nightmare. The wind screamed in his ears as he

1888年1月12日上午10点左右，达科他领地的草原溪 一场致命的暴风雪席卷了整个草原，11岁的约翰·黑尔被困在一个冰冻的噩梦中。 风在他耳边呼啸

staggered through the blinding snow. His whole body was numb. The monster storm had come out of nowhere, a massive black cloud moving faster than a train. The temperature plunged. The wind howled. And then, Roooaar! The sky exploded like a bomb, blasting snow and ice through the air. Ground-up ice raked John's eyes like tiny claws. The furious wind pounded him, tore at him, spun him around. He felt like he was locked in a cage with a furious beast trying to rip him to pieces. And then a screaming gust picked John up and slammed him down. He tried to rise to his feet, but the wind was too strong. Snow was piling on top of him, burying him in an icy grave. John felt his flesh freezing on his bones. His body's warmth was seeping out of him, like blood leaking from an open wound.

摇摇晃晃地穿过眩目的雪。 他整个身体都麻木了。这场巨大的风暴不知从哪里冒出来，一团巨大的乌云移动得比火车还快。 气温骤降。风在咆哮。 然后，呼！天空像炸弹一样爆炸了，在空中炸开了冰雪。 碎冰像小爪子一样划破了约翰的眼睛。 狂风猛击着他，撕扯着他，把他转了个身。 他觉得自己被关在一个笼子里，一只狂怒的野兽想把他撕成碎片。 然后一阵尖叫的狂风把约翰掀了起来，把他摔在地上。 他试图站起来，但风太大了。 雪花堆积在他身上，把他埋在冰冷的坟墓里。 约翰觉得他的肉都冻在骨头上了。 他身体的温暖从他身上渗出来，就像血从敞开的伤口流出来一样。

John had never wanted to move west, to this wide-open prairie. He was a city kid, not a tough pioneer. And now the maniac wind was hissing in his ears, taunting him. You're weak! You'll never make it! You're doomed! That terrifying, evil wind was the last sound John heard as he was buried alive.

约翰从未想过向西迁移，来到这片广阔的草原。 他是一个城市孩子，不是一个强悍的拓荒者。 现在狂躁的风在他耳边嘶嘶作响，嘲弄着他。 你弱!你不会成功的！你注定要失败的!那可怕的、邪恶的风是约翰被活埋时听到的最后声音。