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    t many. As , tters, ten on airmail paper in black ink.

    ted so muco find; o rying to get closer to tarted to read.

    Fairbanks, Alaska ednesday, 19 June 1985 My darling—ture of efficiency and cores are  t, a genial dim called Nelson,  made any arrangements for carrying o tains—o transport. But it means I o talk to an old boy I met last time, a gold miner called Jake Petersen.

    tracked o a dingy bar and under tV I asked  t talk took me back to ment. ittle of Jack Daniels alked for a long time— seen it   an Eskimo o t  it for centuries; pan of tiation of a medicine man involved going trop s at 69°0211quot; N, 157°1219quot; ,ona spur of Lookout Ridge a mile or t on to otic legends—ts been drifting unmanned for sixty years, stuff like t. ts are a decent creo get to aining tience o keep it like t. My fondest love to you both. Johnny.

    Umiat, Alaska Saturday, 22 Ju