Japan's chief island of Honshu is shaped like a huge-headed dragon swooping southwestward and snapping at the two smaller islands of Kyushu and Shikoku. One night last week a gentle breeze from the North Pacific was wafting across the two little islands and into the dragon's maw. At 4 o'clock the next morning a juggernaut of air hit, without warning, the frail little houses that crowd the southern tip of Japan.
It was September, the dread typhoon season. The late rice was in flower. The typhoon, striking at 60 m. p. h. and increasing...
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