Riding the Aric Circuit
The mercury stood at 30° below zero, and the rosy Arctic twilight suffused the snow with an eerie blush when a DC-3, equipped with ski pontoons, bounced to a landing on the ice of Foxe Basin north of Hudson Bay. The first passenger off the plane, Judge William Morrow, hurried to the nearby community hall, which was redolent of blubber, untanned sealskin and oil. Without bothering to shed his mukluks (heavy sealskin boots), he pulled on the traditional black robe, white collar and tabs, and red sash of his office. Court was in session. For the tiny...
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