A 70 m.p.h. gale out of the North screamed across Hakodate Bay as the shadow of night ran across the city, slid up the pine-covered face of Hakodate Head and The Peak, and enfolded the secret forts on the heights. The crows flapped up from the garbage in the slums to be whirled helplessly to the base of the two peaks, where they dropped on limp wings. Children hung their snow sleds beside the door and squatted down to a Hokkaido (Japan's New England) supper of fish, beans and rice. In the...
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