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- 0:00Speaker 1: Baumer. The Ranch Girls at Rainbow Lodge by Margaret Vandercook,
- 0:07Speaker 1: Chapter twenty two. A voice in the night, a rough
- 0:13Speaker 1: voice aroused olive. She sprang up in terror and stood
- 0:18Speaker 1: pressed close against the piled up freight in the car.
- 0:22Speaker 1: It was an odd looking figure. She made, as though
- 0:25Speaker 1: she had stepped out of a world several hundred years
- 0:28Speaker 1: younger than the present one. The coarse man who watched
- 0:32Speaker 1: her dimly felt it. The girl's shoes were ragged and
- 0:37Speaker 1: hardly covered her slender feet. Her skirt was torn and old.
- 0:43Speaker 1: Over her shoulders hung a strange fur garment, shapeless save
- 0:48Speaker 1: that a hole had been cut in the center for
- 0:51Speaker 1: her head. Her beautiful black hair was braided, and one
- 0:56Speaker 1: long plate hung over each shoulder. Her head was uncovered,
- 1:00Speaker 1: and her delicate face, with its pointed chin, was deathly pale.
- 1:06Speaker 1: She was trembling. Dark shadows encircled her great black eyes,
- 1:11Speaker 1: and there was a look not of defiance but of
- 1:14Speaker 1: pleading in them. So picturesque a passenger had never before
- 1:20Speaker 1: stolen a ride on a modern freight train. She belonged
- 1:25Speaker 1: to the days of the pioneer settlers in the New
- 1:28Speaker 1: Land of America. How did you come here, the man
- 1:32Speaker 1: demanded gruffly. Oller's voice shook. She had thought it would
- 1:38Speaker 1: be easy to tell her story if she could only
- 1:41Speaker 1: get away from the Indians, but this fierce man frightened
- 1:44Speaker 1: her more than any one of them could have done.
- 1:48Speaker 1: What must she say? Where could she begin with the
- 1:52Speaker 1: tale of her misfortunes. I stole in when the train
- 1:57Speaker 1: stopped a while ago. I don't just know when, Olive
- 2:02Speaker 1: answered vaguely. She could not tell how long she had
- 2:05Speaker 1: been asleep. Then you'll get out the next time it stops,
- 2:10Speaker 1: young missy, the trainman announced harshly. I'd put you off
- 2:14Speaker 1: right now, but we are already behind time because of
- 2:18Speaker 1: a rascally Indian boy a piece up the road. Better
- 2:21Speaker 1: stay hid and not let our engineer catch sight of you,
- 2:25Speaker 1: or he'd make it good and hot for you. Maybe
- 2:27Speaker 1: he would turn you over to the police. Olive could
- 2:31Speaker 1: not realize it, but her appearance had already touched her discoverer.
- 2:36Speaker 1: She crouched in her corner again and bowed her head
- 2:40Speaker 1: in her slim brown hands, as she had the day
- 2:43Speaker 1: when the ranch girls brought her out of Frita's cave.
- 2:47Speaker 1: She did not try to defend herself. The trainmen climbed
- 2:52Speaker 1: up on a box and sat whittling a stick and
- 2:56Speaker 1: watching Olive out of a pair of shrewd Irish blue eyes.
- 3:00Speaker 1: He was not a fierce man. He had a wife
- 3:03Speaker 1: and five tow headed children living in one of the
- 3:07Speaker 1: little framed shacks along the line of the railroad. The
- 3:11Speaker 1: man was clever enough to see that Olive was not
- 3:14Speaker 1: an ordinary thief or impostor are you sick, girl, the
- 3:20Speaker 1: man inquired, Surprised by Olive's silence, The girl shook her head.
- 3:26Speaker 1: Oh no, I am not sick, thank you, Olive answered gently.
- 3:31Speaker 1: But I am very tired. I ran away from an
- 3:35Speaker 1: Indian encampment before dawn to day. Would you mind telling
- 3:39Speaker 1: me where this train is going? Little by little, Olive
- 3:44Speaker 1: told the whole story of her strange life to the
- 3:48Speaker 1: irishman who sat on a box in the freight car
- 3:53Speaker 1: and never ceased his whittling for a moment. By Saint Peter,
- 3:57Speaker 1: he muttered when Olive finished replying to his last question.
- 4:02Speaker 1: This girl tells a story that might have come out
- 4:04Speaker 1: of a poetry or a history book. The funny thing
- 4:08Speaker 1: is her story must be true. Oh well, he announced
- 4:12Speaker 1: to himself. Not to Olive. There is one thing certain
- 4:16Speaker 1: nobody can ever make up in their heads. Such all fired,
- 4:20Speaker 1: queer things has happened every day. But the man had
- 4:24Speaker 1: not answered Ally's question as to where this train was going.
- 4:29Speaker 1: She had not the courage to ask him again. By
- 4:32Speaker 1: and by, Olive saw little houses along the road and
- 4:37Speaker 1: knew that their train was nearing a small western town.
- 4:41Speaker 1: She got up and touched the irishman timidly on the arm.
- 4:45Speaker 1: May I get off at the station myself, please, she begged.
- 4:49Speaker 1: You won't have to put me off. The man shook
- 4:53Speaker 1: his head severely. No, you are not going to get
- 4:57Speaker 1: off yourself, he returned griffly. And I ain't going to
- 5:01Speaker 1: put you off either. If you can keep on making
- 5:05Speaker 1: yourself small, and you are a pretty thin kind of
- 5:08Speaker 1: a girl, I am going to take you farther down
- 5:11Speaker 1: the road with us. I have an idea this here
- 5:14Speaker 1: freight train will run along somewhere near Wolfville in the
- 5:18Speaker 1: course of the afternoon. You have had such bad look
- 5:21Speaker 1: in the past, Missy, that maybe your luck has changed. Anyhow.
- 5:26Speaker 1: When you butted blindly into this freight car, you found
- 5:29Speaker 1: a coach going in just about the way you needed
- 5:32Speaker 1: to travel. Don't worry your head any more about what
- 5:36Speaker 1: you are to do. I'll put you off at Wolfville.
- 5:40Speaker 1: And though it looks a bit cloudy, as though it
- 5:42Speaker 1: might mean to blow up a bit of snow, I
- 5:46Speaker 1: expect you'll manage to get back to the Ralston Ranch somehow.
- 5:49Speaker 1: Before night, Olive, satisfied that this kind hearted stranger would
- 5:55Speaker 1: look out for her, dozed on, half waking and half sleeping.
- 6:02Speaker 1: Neither she nor her new friend knew how exhausted she was.
- 6:07Speaker 1: She had passed through several weeks of dreadful hardship, exposure,
- 6:12Speaker 1: and unhappiness, and now she felt too happy to think
- 6:17Speaker 1: or care because her head ached dully and her legs
- 6:21Speaker 1: shook so she could hardly stand on them. She would
- 6:26Speaker 1: be home soon with Frieda and Jean and Jack. Several
- 6:31Speaker 1: hours went by. The trainman left the car and attended
- 6:35Speaker 1: to his duties, but Olive had entire faith that he
- 6:39Speaker 1: would not forget her. At a little past five o'clock
- 6:43Speaker 1: in the afternoon, the freight train came to a stop
- 6:47Speaker 1: near the little town of Wolfville, which was only a
- 6:50Speaker 1: matter of ten miles from Rainbow Ranch. The wind was
- 6:54Speaker 1: blowing with a queer ominous rattling sound, and a few
- 6:59Speaker 1: flakes of snow were falling. Olive's new friend gazed at
- 7:03Speaker 1: her a little queerly as he lifted her out on
- 7:06Speaker 1: the platform. There were no people in sight except the
- 7:10Speaker 1: station master, for it was almost dark and the stopping
- 7:14Speaker 1: of a freight train was of little interest. Sure you
- 7:19Speaker 1: know how to get to your friends from here, the
- 7:21Speaker 1: irishman asked Olive. She took time to nod and wave
- 7:26Speaker 1: her hand, then ran swiftly away from the station in
- 7:30Speaker 1: the direction of Rainbow Ranch. If Olive had gone into
- 7:35Speaker 1: the town, someone would have driven her to the lodge,
- 7:39Speaker 1: or else sent word to Jim Colder or the Raw
- 7:42Speaker 1: Sun Girls that she was in safe keeping for the night.
- 7:47Speaker 1: A prairie snowstorm was approaching, and few people would have
- 7:51Speaker 1: cared to trust themselves to a ten mile drive at
- 7:54Speaker 1: this hour in the winter evening, but Olive did not
- 7:58Speaker 1: think of further danger. Ten miles seemed to her to
- 8:02Speaker 1: be so near home that she could not bear a
- 8:05Speaker 1: second's delay in trying to reach there. For the first
- 8:10Speaker 1: few miles she ran swiftly along as she knew the
- 8:13Speaker 1: trail and it was not too dark to follow it.
- 8:17Speaker 1: The stinging wind cut her face, and at times the
- 8:21Speaker 1: snow blinded her. But the distance was only a short
- 8:24Speaker 1: walk for a girl who had spent all her life
- 8:27Speaker 1: out of doors in the Great West. Yet Olive should
- 8:31Speaker 1: have known what a snow storm in Wyoming with a
- 8:35Speaker 1: heavy pall of great clouds and a scudding blast meant.
- 8:40Speaker 1: After a while, her feet in her worn shoes felt
- 8:44Speaker 1: like wooden pegs stumping on the frozen earth. Her hands
- 8:49Speaker 1: had lost all feeling, although she managed to draw the
- 8:52Speaker 1: rabbit skin firs that Carlos had given her over her
- 8:56Speaker 1: head and to keep her hands under them. The snow
- 9:01Speaker 1: no longer fell in flakes, but in white sheets, lashed
- 9:06Speaker 1: and driven by the force of the storm. The trail
- 9:10Speaker 1: across the plains to the Ralston Ranch was quickly hidden.
- 9:16Speaker 1: Mountains of snow piled up in front of Olive. Deep
- 9:20Speaker 1: gullies appeared at her feet, where the land was usually
- 9:23Speaker 1: as level as a table, and she had no idea
- 9:28Speaker 1: in which direction she should try to travel, But she
- 9:32Speaker 1: fought her way on, thinking perhaps that another wanderer might
- 9:37Speaker 1: overtake her, or that she might catch a glimpse of
- 9:41Speaker 1: the lights of some ranch house if she could find
- 9:45Speaker 1: an objective point ahead of her. She felt that she
- 9:49Speaker 1: might get to it, But to move blindly in a
- 9:52Speaker 1: circle of snow brought no hope of any relief. Yet
- 9:57Speaker 1: Olive knew she must keep moving if she wished to
- 9:59Speaker 1: li She did not suffer the same agony from the
- 10:03Speaker 1: cold that she had at first. The wind blew her
- 10:07Speaker 1: about as though she had been a bit of paper.
- 10:11Speaker 1: She staggered and fell in the snow drifts, got up
- 10:15Speaker 1: and pressed on, wishing that even a wild animal would
- 10:18Speaker 1: scurry past her on the way to its retreat. But
- 10:22Speaker 1: animals are always wiser than human beings. Before the approach
- 10:27Speaker 1: of a storm, every head of cattle, every horse on
- 10:32Speaker 1: the plains, every beast in the forest, had found a
- 10:35Speaker 1: rude shelter. Olie felt herself entirely alone in a savage,
- 10:41Speaker 1: white world. But in quiet natures like Olaves, there is
- 10:47Speaker 1: a wonderful power of resistance. She had endured so much,
- 10:52Speaker 1: she had learned the fortitude that comes with misfortune. She
- 10:57Speaker 1: prayed silently through the hours she struggled. There were moments
- 11:01Speaker 1: when she believed she spied the light of rainbow lodge
- 11:04Speaker 1: gleaming on the cruel surface of the snow. She would
- 11:08Speaker 1: fight her way to this place, only to discover that
- 11:12Speaker 1: her own blind desire had led her astray. Night came on,
- 11:18Speaker 1: but there was little change from the twilight. The few
- 11:21Speaker 1: stars that broke through the clouds only made the way
- 11:24Speaker 1: more blinding. Olive's patience Carlos Planning seemed to have been
- 11:31Speaker 1: in vain again. Olive dreamed she saw some lights ahead
- 11:35Speaker 1: of her. Her mind was no longer clear. She could
- 11:40Speaker 1: not remember why she was out alone in the snow.
- 11:43Speaker 1: She cried for Jack when she had the strength, but
- 11:47Speaker 1: the tears rose on her face. Olive reached out her
- 11:52Speaker 1: arms toward her vision of the lights of Rainbow Lodge.
- 11:55Speaker 1: She was either too blind or too utterly spent to
- 11:59Speaker 1: see the snow bank of front of her, as suddenly
- 12:02Speaker 1: it shut out her mirage of home. The girl gave
- 12:06Speaker 1: a cry of despair with all the feeble strength that
- 12:10Speaker 1: was left in her, and tumbled headlong into the cold
- 12:14Speaker 1: embrace of the snow. But the snow was no longer cold.
- 12:20Speaker 1: It was strangely warm, and she was shut away from
- 12:24Speaker 1: the cruel winds. End of Chapter twenty two