I. Lord of the Stone   Hard North   I opened a bank account at Hudson’s Bay in Frobisher, now called Iqaluit. My checks would clear when captains had the wit, courage and skill to sail up Baffin way, terrible trip in springtime for a boat. Our Salmon Thirty Salmon, not too old, six rows of seats, and then the cargo hold: my bank account? New meaning for “the float.”   The name of the next flight didn’t sound good: the Pang Screamer, and lenticular cloud promised a rough ride, and the screams were loud at each air pocket the…