In bleak Ungava,* the stunted tamarack had turned burnt amber and each morning light snow frosted the tough caribou moss. For the engineers probing the biggest iron ore deposit since Minnesota's Mesabi, it was time to call it a summer. Day after day a little Norseman seaplane dipped down on to Quebec and Labrador lakes, picked up men and supplies, moved them back to the main base at Burnt Creek (pop. 190). This week the twelve drills were operating close by Burnt Creek. Next week they would be silent, and the year's...
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