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From the Rocky Mountain Kids story “The Lost Girls”

Nancy Brown

Banff October 17th, 1925

“We’re lost,” I said, finally. I thought it was time to admit it.

Winnie looked at me, and for once she didn’t disagree. She nodded, and stared to cry again. “I’m too cold to move,” she howled.

“I will go for help, then,” I said. “You make a shelter under those spruce trees. Wrap your sweaters around your feet so you don’t get frostbite. Huddle together to stay as warm as you can.”

As I walked away, I talked out loud to drown out my scary thoughts.

“Okay, Nancy. Go back exactly the same way you came. Down the steep hill, along the twisting and turning creek, and down the narrow trail to town.”

I slid down the steep hill on the seat of my pants. Spruce boughs whipped my face, and jagged stones and rocks tore my jacket and pants. I couldn’t see the creek through the heavy snow, but finally I waded right into the icy, rushing water. I kept walking through the creek, slipping and falling many times, until I reached what I thought might be Winnie’s favourite trail.

It was too dark to see. For hours I struggled along the path, tripping once and falling flat on my face into the snow.

“Get up, Nancy,” I yelled to myself. “Keep going!” I waded through snow to my knees, refusing to think that I might never see Banff or my family again. “One more step and you’ll be there,” I whispered. I didn’t believe my own words.

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