- •Incommunicable wisdom of eternity laughing at the futility of life and
- •In advance of the dogs, on wide snowshoes, toiled a man. At the rear of
- •It soared upward with a swift rush, till it reached its topmost note,
- •Interrupted him. He stopped to listen to it, then he finished his
- •In the morning Henry was aroused by fervid blasphemy that proceeded from
- •In the morning Henry renewed the fire and cooked breakfast to the
- •In front, bent down and picked up something with which his snowshoe had
- •It was just after the sun's futile effort to appear, that Bill slipped
- •Into view, on the very trail they had just covered, trotted a furry,
- •It was an awkward mix-up. The sled was upside down and jammed between a
- •It was vain to think of One Ear so outdistancing his pursuers as to be
- •In the snow.
- •Into the air in all directions, until the campfire took on the semblance
- •In the protracted meal which had begun days before with Fatty, the last
- •In a tree at the last camp."
- •It was the she-wolf who had first caught the sound of men's voices and
- •Involuntarily bristled, while he half crouched for a spring, his claws
- •In pairs; but there was no friendliness of intercourse displayed on
- •Inches from One Eye's head, they hesitated no more, but went off on a
- •It was as fresh a surprise as ever to him.
- •It in his teeth as it scuttled across the snow trying to rise in the air
- •Intent on life; and, such was the curiousness of the game, the way of
- •Impregnable armour. It was agitated by no tremor of anticipation.
- •It was not until her racket had faded away in the distance and died out
- •Inspected it, turned her muzzle to him, and lightly licked him on the
- •Irresistible attraction before ever his eyes opened and looked upon it.
- •It was in this way that the grey cub learned other attributes of his
- •Indian camp and robbed the rabbit snares; but, with the melting of the
- •Very much afraid. Because it was unknown, it was hostile to him.
- •In frozen fear while the unknown lurked just alongside. Now the unknown
- •In ways new to him and greater to him than any he had known before.
- •Impending. The unknown with all its terrors rushed upon him, and he
- •It was a long time before the cub left its shelter. He had learned much.
- •Ventured forth from the cave again. It was on this adventure that he
- •In amongst the trees. Then, at the same instant, he saw and smelt.
- •Is true, her mother was a dog; but did not my brother tie her out in the
- •Into the thicket and cut a stick. White Fang watched him. He notched
- •In his classification, for he knew them at once for man-animal noises. A
- •In the face of the open-mouthed oncoming wave of dogs, and went down and
- •In, delivering a slashing snap, and leaped away again. The snap had
- •It was evidently an affair of moment. White Fang came in until he
- •Inquiring, investigating, learning. He quickly came to know much of the
- •In his own nature; and, while he disliked it in the learning of it,
- •Invariably won, he enjoyed it hugely. It became his chief delight in
- •In the middle of it, White Fang, rushing in, sank his teeth into
- •Vengeance he desired to wreak, he could wait until he caught White Fang
- •In the Wild the time of a mother with her young is short; but under the
- •Voiced in unbroken succession, unconnected with the rhythm of the
- •Instinctively felt for him the enmity that the domestic dog feels for the
- •Inflict the greatest amount of damage in the briefest space of time. To
- •Its shrill pain and terror as it fled back from the wolf-cub that had
- •It. Upon his inward sight was impressed a succession of memory-pictures.
- •Interruption of the silence and immobility of nature. They were appalled
- •Vision was not wide enough to embrace the other bank of the Mackenzie.
- •Inequalities of the ground so that the way of his feet was more difficult
- •In addition, the persecution he had suffered from the pack had made the
- •In which he lived. His outlook was bleak and materialistic. The world
- •It was in a village at the Great Slave Lake, that, in the course of
- •It was in line with these experiences that White Fang came to learn the
- •In from the Wild entered into with man. And, like all succeeding wolves
- •Intent on driving him away altogether from the vicinity. And White Fang
- •In the worst pinches of the famine he stole back to the fires of the
- •Valley wherein he had been born. Here, in the old lair, he encountered
- •Vouchsafed him.
- •Vengeance he wreaked upon his kind. They were ordinary, unsuspecting
- •It was at Fort Yukon that White Fang saw his first white men. As
- •It did not require much exertion to pick these quarrels. All he had to
- •In respectful obedience.
- •Victim, and his eyes flamed dully, as he swung the whip or club and
- •Immense patience, extending through many hours, that he succeeded in
- •Vain, by lunging, to draw the staple from the timber into which it was
- •In his transports of rage he was even more mad than Beauty Smith.
- •Inherited the heavier proportions of the dog, so that he weighed, without
- •If Beauty Smith had in him a devil, White Fang had another; and the two
- •In rhythm between the growls and the movements of the man's hands. The
- •Intent upon doing and from which nothing could distract him.
- •Its pursuit of him.
- •In that moment White Fang was in upon him and out, in passing ripping his
- •It was at this time that a diversion came to the spectators. There was a
- •Into the crowd.
- •In the circle of his blood and was plainly in the last gasp.
- •It. Here was danger, some treachery or something. He knew the hands of
- •It tightly in his other hand. Matt uttered a great oath and sprang to
- •Investigatin'. Watch."
- •Intercourse with gods, something terrible awaited him.
- •Instincts and axioms had crystallised into set rules, cautions, dislikes,
- •Its emptiness, and the hunger gnawed and gnawed unceasingly.
- •Vastness of feeling, rose up into his eyes as a light and shone forth.
- •Insisted that wolf was a dog. Look at 'm!"
- •Indomitable. He fought from sheer joy, finding in it an expression of
- •Village of Grey Beaver, so now, in his full-grown stature and pride of
- •It disappearing amongst the trees. The situation was desperate. He
- •Vista was a far vaster affair than the tepee of Grey Beaver. There were
- •In any other light than possessions of the love-master.
- •In his forward rush, and as he leaped for the throat the groom cried out,
- •Interfere. Nay, he encouraged White Fang to join in the chase. And thus
- •Violate his instinct of self-preservation, and violate it he did, for he
- •Insulting him. This endured for some time. The men at the saloon even
- •In a cloud and screened the battle. But at the end of several minutes
- •In them their instinctive fear of the Wild, and they greeted him always
- •In a hostile environment. Danger and hurt and death did not lurk
- •It strove to rise up in him, but it strove against love. He could not be
- •Injury.
- •Into the woods. It was the afternoon that the master was to ride, and
- •Into the back of the man's neck. He clung on for a moment, long enough
- •Vain effort to wag. Weedon Scott patted him, and his throat rumbled an
- •In ten thousand."
- •In neither his father nor his mother was there any weakness, nor in the
Intent on driving him away altogether from the vicinity. And White Fang
allowed himself to be driven away. This was a female of his kind, and it
was a law of his kind that the males must not fight the females. He did
not know anything about this law, for it was no generalisation of the
mind, not a something acquired by experience of the world. He knew it as
a secret prompting, as an urge of instinct--of the same instinct that
made him howl at the moon and stars of nights, and that made him fear
death and the unknown.
The months went by. White Fang grew stronger, heavier, and more compact,
while his character was developing along the lines laid down by his
heredity and his environment. His heredity was a life-stuff that may be
likened to clay. It possessed many possibilities, was capable of being
moulded into many different forms. Environment served to model the clay,
to give it a particular form. Thus, had White Fang never come in to the
fires of man, the Wild would have moulded him into a true wolf. But the
gods had given him a different environment, and he was moulded into a dog
that was rather wolfish, but that was a dog and not a wolf.
And so, according to the clay of his nature and the pressure of his
surroundings, his character was being moulded into a certain particular
shape. There was no escaping it. He was becoming more morose, more
uncompanionable, more solitary, more ferocious; while the dogs were
learning more and more that it was better to be at peace with him than at
war, and Grey Beaver was coming to prize him more greatly with the
passage of each day.
White Fang, seeming to sum up strength in all his qualities, nevertheless
suffered from one besetting weakness. He could not stand being laughed
at. The laughter of men was a hateful thing. They might laugh among
themselves about anything they pleased except himself, and he did not
mind. But the moment laughter was turned upon him he would fly into a
most terrible rage. Grave, dignified, sombre, a laugh made him frantic
to ridiculousness. It so outraged him and upset him that for hours he
would behave like a demon. And woe to the dog that at such times ran
foul of him. He knew the law too well to take it out of Grey Beaver;
behind Grey Beaver were a club and godhead. But behind the dogs there
was nothing but space, and into this space they flew when White Fang came
on the scene, made mad by laughter.
In the third year of his life there came a great famine to the Mackenzie
Indians. In the summer the fish failed. In the winter the cariboo
forsook their accustomed track. Moose were scarce, the rabbits almost
disappeared, hunting and preying animals perished. Denied their usual
food-supply, weakened by hunger, they fell upon and devoured one another.
Only the strong survived. White Fang's gods were always hunting animals.
The old and the weak of them died of hunger. There was wailing in the
village, where the women and children went without in order that what
little they had might go into the bellies of the lean and hollow-eyed
hunters who trod the forest in the vain pursuit of meat.
To such extremity were the gods driven that they ate the soft-tanned
leather of their mocassins and mittens, while the dogs ate the harnesses
off their backs and the very whip-lashes. Also, the dogs ate one
another, and also the gods ate the dogs. The weakest and the more
worthless were eaten first. The dogs that still lived, looked on and
understood. A few of the boldest and wisest forsook the fires of the
gods, which had now become a shambles, and fled into the forest, where,
in the end, they starved to death or were eaten by wolves.
In this time of misery, White Fang, too, stole away into the woods. He
was better fitted for the life than the other dogs, for he had the
training of his cubhood to guide him. Especially adept did he become in
stalking small living things. He would lie concealed for hours,
following every movement of a cautious tree-squirrel, waiting, with a
patience as huge as the hunger he suffered from, until the squirrel
ventured out upon the ground. Even then, White Fang was not premature.
He waited until he was sure of striking before the squirrel could gain a
tree-refuge. Then, and not until then, would he flash from his hiding-
place, a grey projectile, incredibly swift, never failing its mark--the
fleeing squirrel that fled not fast enough.
Successful as he was with squirrels, there was one difficulty that
prevented him from living and growing fat on them. There were not enough
squirrels. So he was driven to hunt still smaller things. So acute did
his hunger become at times that he was not above rooting out wood-mice
from their burrows in the ground. Nor did he scorn to do battle with a
weasel as hungry as himself and many times more ferocious.