Giant of Mesabi

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Her angle of view provided a glimpse of the bridge jutting out over the mine. "Have you been inside?"


"Neither have I recently. Not all the exhibits were there when I went through it. It's complete now, though, I understand. But what I saw was fascinating." Remembering the flag exhibit in a mirrored room, Alanna thought about the people who had immigrated to Minnesota from all over the world. "It doesn't deal with just the discovery of iron and its mining and development. It tells you about the people, too, their life, working in the mines, in the summer and in the logging camps in the winter." She was talking rapidly, avoiding the issue that had brought them here.

"The people were mainly immigrants from Rumania, Yugoslavia, Germany, Norway, Sweden, England, Ireland, and many other countries. It was a melting pot of cultures, religions and languages. There's a film that tells some of the reasons why they came to America and their first impressions. Most of them couldn't speak English and were unaccustomed to the extremes of the Minnesota climate. Homesick—"

"Alanna," Kurt broke in impatiently, "it's all very interesting, I'm sure, but that isn't why I'm here."

"I know." She sighed reluctantly, turning to face him, then lowering her chin to stare at the ground. "I don't know where to begin."

"Try at the beginning," he suggested dryly. "Why did you marry Rolt if it wasn't for love or money?"

"Because I hated him."
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