Happy Jack

The stars fill the dark sky. The night is deadly cold in the winter of 1872. Near Cape Nome, Alaska, the dead are seen trying to return to this world. Arching over the barren landscape of the Inupiat village of Ayasayuk, high in the sky, are the intermittent appearances of the ancestors’ ghostly figures.  In tumbling colors of purples, yellows, reds and green, like faces peering around giant curtains, the souls of the dead have come back to observe the living. Or so many here believed, wh