North over hard, dry hummocks of wasteland to Point Barrow. Alaska one night last week trotted a lone Eskimo. In three hours Clair Oakpeha covered 15 miles. Finally he stopped, exhausted, at the door of the U. S. Signal Corps station. Out stepped Sergeant Stanley Morgan.
"Bird men," gasped the native runner. "Dead."
Sergeant Morgan stared at him.
"Red bird," the Eskimo persisted. "Smashed."
Sergeant Morgan ducked inside, called Dr. Henry Greist, Superintendent of the Presbyterian Mission Hospital. The tale the native runner panted out was hardly credible. Yet it might be true.
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