She was someone whose diary — her own detailed account of what she had seen, done, thought, and felt on Wrangel Island — had been taken from her by the men who wrote the books.

The press celebrated her briefly.

Then it moved on to other things.

She collected what wages she could and went to get her son.

Bennett had been in the Nome orphanage for two years.

He was seven or eight years old.

The tuberculosis that had already taken too much from the family was still a threat that required treatment Ada could not afford without wages.

She took her wages to Seattle, where she got Bennett into a hospital for treatment.