- •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
Injury.
White Fang was disinclined to desert him. The master thought of writing
a note, but searched his pockets vainly for pencil and paper. Again he
commanded White Fang to go home.
The latter regarded him wistfully, started away, then returned and whined
softly. The master talked to him gently but seriously, and he cocked his
ears, and listened with painful intentness.
"That's all right, old fellow, you just run along home," ran the talk.
"Go on home and tell them what's happened to me. Home with you, you
wolf. Get along home!"
White Fang knew the meaning of "home," and though he did not understand
the remainder of the master's language, he knew it was his will that he
should go home. He turned and trotted reluctantly away. Then he
stopped, undecided, and looked back over his shoulder.
"Go home!" came the sharp command, and this time he obeyed.
The family was on the porch, taking the cool of the afternoon, when White
Fang arrived. He came in among them, panting, covered with dust.
"Weedon's back," Weedon's mother announced.
The children welcomed White Fang with glad cries and ran to meet him. He
avoided them and passed down the porch, but they cornered him against a
rocking-chair and the railing. He growled and tried to push by them.
Their mother looked apprehensively in their direction.
"I confess, he makes me nervous around the children," she said. "I have
a dread that he will turn upon them unexpectedly some day."
Growling savagely, White Fang sprang out of the corner, overturning the
boy and the girl. The mother called them to her and comforted them,
telling them not to bother White Fang.
"A wolf is a wolf!" commented Judge Scott. "There is no trusting one."
"But he is not all wolf," interposed Beth, standing for her brother in
his absence.
"You have only Weedon's opinion for that," rejoined the judge. "He
merely surmises that there is some strain of dog in White Fang; but as he
will tell you himself, he knows nothing about it. As for his
appearance--"
He did not finish his sentence. White Fang stood before him, growling
fiercely.
"Go away! Lie down, sir!" Judge Scott commanded.
White Fang turned to the love-master's wife. She screamed with fright as
he seized her dress in his teeth and dragged on it till the frail fabric
tore away. By this time he had become the centre of interest.
He had ceased from his growling and stood, head up, looking into their
faces. His throat worked spasmodically, but made no sound, while he
struggled with all his body, convulsed with the effort to rid himself of
the incommunicable something that strained for utterance.
"I hope he is not going mad," said Weedon's mother. "I told Weedon that
I was afraid the warm climate would not agree with an Arctic animal."
"He's trying to speak, I do believe," Beth announced.
At this moment speech came to White Fang, rushing up in a great burst of
barking.
"Something has happened to Weedon," his wife said decisively.
They were all on their feet now, and White Fang ran down the steps,
looking back for them to follow. For the second and last time in his
life he had barked and made himself understood.
After this event he found a warmer place in the hearts of the Sierra
Vista people, and even the groom whose arm he had slashed admitted that
he was a wise dog even if he was a wolf. Judge Scott still held to the
same opinion, and proved it to everybody's dissatisfaction by
measurements and descriptions taken from the encyclopaedia and various
works on natural history.
The days came and went, streaming their unbroken sunshine over the Santa
Clara Valley. But as they grew shorter and White Fang's second winter in
the Southland came on, he made a strange discovery. Collie's teeth were
no longer sharp. There was a playfulness about her nips and a gentleness
that prevented them from really hurting him. He forgot that she had made
life a burden to him, and when she disported herself around him he
responded solemnly, striving to be playful and becoming no more than
ridiculous.
One day she led him off on a long chase through the back-pasture land