First Published in 2005. Routledge is an imprint of Taylor & Francis, an informa company.
Mary Hughes had walked the entire length of the long dock at Anchorage,Alaska. Now, having rounded a great pile of merchandise, tents, tractors,groceries, hammers, axes, and boxes of chocolate bars she came quitesuddenly upon the oddest little man she had ever seen. Even for a girl inher late teens, Mary was short and slender. This man was no larger thanshe."A Japanese," she thought as her surprised eyes took in his tight-fittingblack suit, his stiff collar and bright tie. "But no, a Jap wouldn't looklike that." She was puzzled and curious. At that particular moment, shehad nothing to do but indulge her curiosity.Together with hundreds of other "home-seekers"--she smiled as she thoughtof herself as a home-seeker--she had been dumped into the bleak Arcticmorning. Some of the goods that were being hoisted by a long steel cranefrom the depths of a ship, belonged to Mary, to Mark her brother, and toFlorence Huyler her cousin. There was, for the time, nothing they coulddo about that. So--