Chapter 16

CHAPTER 16 At first Janie wondered if she was even alive. But then white-hot panic shot through her body. Breathe! Breathe! Her nose was jammed with snow. Her lips seemed frozen shut. Snow covered her face. There was just a sliver of space between her mouth and the icy mask of snow. She managed to sip in some

第十六章起初，简妮甚至怀疑她是否还活着。 但随后，她的身体突然出现了白热化的恐慌。 呼吸!呼吸!她的鼻子被雪堵住了。 她的嘴唇似乎冻僵了。 雪遮住了她的脸。在她的嘴巴和冰冷的雪面具之间只有一点点空隙。 她设法喝了一点

small breaths. But this air wouldn't last long, she knew. How deeply was she buried under the snow? What else lay on top of her? She pictured wrecked train cars. Boulders. Trees. She tried moving her arms. But they were locked into place, like the snow was cement that had hardened around her. Her legs were stuck too. She was buried alive. She tried to scream, but she couldn't fill her lungs enough to make a sound. All that came out was a muffled moan. The weight of the snow seemed to be getting heavier, like a giant was stepping on her. Stomping on her chest. Crushing her bones. Pressing the air from her lungs. It was hopeless, she thought. She'd never make it out of here alive. She was all alone. She felt herself disappearing into the dark. And maybe that's what she should do. For real. And then came the sound of whispered words. I think I can.

小呼吸。但她知道，这样的空气不会持续太久。 她被埋在雪下有多深？ 她身上还躺着什么？ 她描绘了失事的火车车厢。 巨石。树。她试着移动她的手臂。 但它们被锁在了原地，就像雪是她周围硬化的水泥一样。 她的腿也卡住了。她被活埋了。 她想尖叫，但她的肺部无法发出声音。 只发出一声低沉的呻吟。 雪的重量似乎越来越重，就像一个巨人踩在她身上。 踩着她的胸膛。压碎她的骨头。 把她肺里的空气挤出来。 这是没有希望的，她想。 她不可能活着离开这里的。 她孤身一人。她感到自己消失在黑暗中。 也许这就是她该做的。 为真实的。然后传来耳语的声音。 我想我可以。

A tiny spark flared in Janie's mind. I think I can. Janie tried moving her arms again. Completely stuck. But wait — the thumb on her right hand. She wiggled it, twisted it, scraped the snow until there was more space. Enough so that now her index finger could move. She twisted her wrist, making more space. I think I can. She clawed harder with three fingers, then four. She balled her hand into a fist and pushed with all her might, twisting and turning, ignoring the pain of the snow ripping apart the skin on her knuckles. Her hand throbbed. Blood seeped. I think I can. She pushed harder — her whole arm was moving now, loosening the snow so that she could wiggle more of her body. Her muscles throbbed. I think I can.

珍妮的脑海里闪过一个小小的火花。 我想我可以。珍妮又试着移动她的手臂。 完全卡住了。但是等等——她右手的拇指。 她扭动着，扭动着，刮着雪，直到腾出更多的空间。 足够让她的食指可以动了。 她扭了扭手腕，腾出更多的空间。 我想我可以。她用三根手指使劲抓，然后是四根。 她把手握成拳头，使出全身的力气，扭动着，转动着，全然不顾雪撕开指关节皮肤的疼痛。 她的手隐隐作痛。血渗透。 我想我可以。她更用力地推着——她的整只胳膊都在动，雪松动了，这样她就可以更多地扭动身体了。 她的肌肉在抽动。我想我可以。

Bit by bit, inch by inch, she kept pushing, until finally her hand punched through the surface. Raindrops splashed onto her fingers. She pushed her hand higher. Voices shouted. Someone grabbed hold of her hand, gripped her tight. But by now Janie was barely breathing. Her mind had taken her far away from this snowy mountain wilderness. The whispering voice in her mind disappeared. She didn't hear the shouts of people frantically clearing away the snow and train wreckage that covered her. She didn't feel the strong arms lifting her up or gentle fingers brushing snow from her face. It was many, many hours before she opened her eyes. And when she did, she was surprised to discover that she wasn't in a jail cell, or Aunt Barbara's apartment, or an icy grave beneath the snow. She was in a soft bed, covered in warm blankets. She hadn't disappeared. And she wasn't alone.

一点一点，一寸一寸，她一直在推，直到她的手刺穿了表面。 雨滴溅落在她的手指上。 她把手举得更高了。 声音喊道。有人抓住她的手，紧紧地抓住她。 但此时，珍妮已经奄奄一息。 她的思想把她带离了这雪山荒野。 她心中的低语消失了。 她没有听到人们疯狂地清理覆盖在她身上的积雪和火车残骸的喊叫声。 她没有感觉到有力的手臂把她举起来，也没有感觉到温柔的手指拂去脸上的雪。 过了好几个小时她才睁开眼睛。 当她这样做的时候，她惊讶地发现她不是在监狱里，也不是在芭芭拉阿姨的公寓里，也不是在雪下的冰冷的坟墓里。 她躺在柔软的床上，盖着温暖的毯子。 她并没有消失。她并不孤单。

Frederick was sitting by her bed, gripping her hand.

弗雷德里克坐在她床边，紧握着她的手。

Wellington Avalanche Kills Nearly 100 People Deadly Disaster Shocks Nation MARCH 10, 1910 | By Libby S. Wade A deadly avalanche struck the town of Wellington, Washington, early in the morning on Tuesday, March 1. The exact number of dead is still not known, but estimates are close to one hundred. Most of the victims were passengers and crew from two Great Northern Railway trains. The trains had been stranded for six days, trapped by a blizzard that dropped more than 30 feet of snow. The avalanche struck at approximately 1:40 A.M. on March 1, perhaps triggered by an unusual thunderstorm with heavy rains. In seconds, the wave of snow had crushed buildings in Wellington. It then picked up the trains, broke them apart, and swept them off the cliff into a canyon 150 feet below the town. Screams of terror echoed through the night as workers from Wellington rushed into the canyon to find survivors.

1910年3月10日，惠灵顿雪崩造成近100人死亡 3月1日星期二清晨，一场致命的雪崩袭击了华盛顿州惠灵顿镇。 确切的死亡人数尚不清楚，但估计接近100人。 大多数遇难者是两列大北方铁路列车上的乘客和机组人员。 火车已经被暴风雪困了六天，积雪超过30英尺。 雪崩发生在凌晨1点40分左右 3月1日，可能是由一场罕见的雷暴暴雨引发的。 几秒钟之内，雪浪就摧毁了惠灵顿的建筑物。 然后，它把火车捡起来，把它们分开，把它们从悬崖上冲到镇下150英尺的峡谷里。 当来自惠灵顿的工作人员冲进峡谷寻找幸存者时，恐怖的尖叫声在夜晚回荡。