The Tundra World

The Tundra World

The Tundra World

The Tundra World

Excerpt

After it left the last bit of northern spruce forest and crossed several miles of tundra late this afternoon of the 23rd of June, our lengthy train of aged freight and passenger cars pulled up, very leisurely, to the little station of Churchill -- the northernmost point of steel in Canada. About sixty people were standing around. This is Churchill's entire population, which gathers regularly to meet the one train-its chief link with the outside world -- that travels a thousand miles north from Winnipeg once a week in summer, every two or three in winter, to reach this small subarctic outpost at 58° 56' north latitude on the west coast of Hudson Bay.

There were Indians as well as white people, and off by themselves four short, stocky figures with striking dark round faces -- my first Eskimos. And, thank heaven, there were Sue (her skin has turned completely brown; with that brunette style of hers she looked exactly like another particularly jolly little Eskimo), and . . .

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