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Last week the grey silence of northern Alaska was ruptured by an occasional rifle crack. Furtive eyes of the wild hiding in snow-hung tamarack tangles would see a fur-muffled Eskimo dragging his quarry to a camp fire, where seven other humans busied themselves preparing sledges and sleeping bags for another night in the wilderness, and 58 tawny-and-grey husky dogs nuzzled down to rest or sat on their haunches growling for supper.
Two of the humans—an Alaskan "sourdough"* called Waskey and Earl Rossman, a...
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