Alaska was as remote as the moon, as roistering
and lawless as the Gold Rush. And a pretty young
schoolteacher from Colorado like Anne Hobbs was
even rarer than nuggets. "So appealing are the people
here, even the villainous ones; so dramatic is the
landscape in which they act out their adventure; so
pure is the moral conflict that forms the story's back-
bone, and so honest is its sentimentality-that I man-
aged to suspend all my disbelief as I read it. And it was
with pleasure that I raced through this good old fash-
ioned yarn, hissing the villains, holding my breath at
each succeeding catastrophe, and above all adoring
'plain old Anne Hobbs,' as she calls herself, the pretty
slip of a nineteen-year-old who in 1927 had the
courage not only to brave the Alaska wilderness as a
teacher in a tiney gold-mining community called
Chicken, but also to face down the community's
violent disapporval when she dared to treat the local
Indians as human beings..."
-Christopher Lehmann-Haupt, The New York Times