- •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
In the circle of his blood and was plainly in the last gasp.
"Served 'm right. You said so yourself, Mr. Scott. He tried to take
White Fang's meat, an' he's dead-O. That was to be expected. I wouldn't
give two whoops in hell for a dog that wouldn't fight for his own meat."
"But look at yourself, Matt. It's all right about the dogs, but we must
draw the line somewhere."
"Served me right," Matt argued stubbornly. "What'd I want to kick 'm
for? You said yourself that he'd done right. Then I had no right to
kick 'm."
"It would be a mercy to kill him," Scott insisted. "He's untamable."
"Now look here, Mr. Scott, give the poor devil a fightin' chance. He
ain't had no chance yet. He's just come through hell, an' this is the
first time he's ben loose. Give 'm a fair chance, an' if he don't
deliver the goods, I'll kill 'm myself. There!"
"God knows I don't want to kill him or have him killed," Scott answered,
putting away the revolver. "We'll let him run loose and see what
kindness can do for him. And here's a try at it."
He walked over to White Fang and began talking to him gently and
soothingly.
"Better have a club handy," Matt warned.
Scott shook his head and went on trying to win White Fang's confidence.
White Fang was suspicious. Something was impending. He had killed this
god's dog, bitten his companion god, and what else was to be expected
than some terrible punishment? But in the face of it he was indomitable.
He bristled and showed his teeth, his eyes vigilant, his whole body wary
and prepared for anything. The god had no club, so he suffered him to
approach quite near. The god's hand had come out and was descending upon
his head. White Fang shrank together and grew tense as he crouched under
It. Here was danger, some treachery or something. He knew the hands of
the gods, their proved mastery, their cunning to hurt. Besides, there
was his old antipathy to being touched. He snarled more menacingly,
crouched still lower, and still the hand descended. He did not want to
bite the hand, and he endured the peril of it until his instinct surged
up in him, mastering him with its insatiable yearning for life.
Weedon Scott had believed that he was quick enough to avoid any snap or
slash. But he had yet to learn the remarkable quickness of White Fang,
who struck with the certainty and swiftness of a coiled snake.
Scott cried out sharply with surprise, catching his torn hand and holding
It tightly in his other hand. Matt uttered a great oath and sprang to
his side. White Fang crouched down, and backed away, bristling, showing
his fangs, his eyes malignant with menace. Now he could expect a beating
as fearful as any he had received from Beauty Smith.
"Here! What are you doing?" Scott cried suddenly.
Matt had dashed into the cabin and come out with a rifle.
"Nothin'," he said slowly, with a careless calmness that was assumed,
"only goin' to keep that promise I made. I reckon it's up to me to kill
'm as I said I'd do."
"No you don't!"
"Yes I do. Watch me."
As Matt had pleaded for White Fang when he had been bitten, it was now
Weedon Scott's turn to plead.
"You said to give him a chance. Well, give it to him. We've only just
started, and we can't quit at the beginning. It served me right, this
time. And--look at him!"
White Fang, near the corner of the cabin and forty feet away, was
snarling with blood-curdling viciousness, not at Scott, but at the dog-
musher.
"Well, I'll be everlastingly gosh-swoggled!" was the dog-musher's
expression of astonishment.
"Look at the intelligence of him," Scott went on hastily. "He knows the
meaning of firearms as well as you do. He's got intelligence and we've
got to give that intelligence a chance. Put up the gun."
"All right, I'm willin'," Matt agreed, leaning the rifle against the
woodpile.
"But will you look at that!" he exclaimed the next moment.
White Fang had quieted down and ceased snarling. "This is worth