
- •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
Inherited the heavier proportions of the dog, so that he weighed, without
any fat and without an ounce of superfluous flesh, over ninety pounds. It
was all muscle, bone, and sinew-fighting flesh in the finest condition.
The door of the pen was being opened again. White Fang paused. Something
unusual was happening. He waited. The door was opened wider. Then a
huge dog was thrust inside, and the door was slammed shut behind him.
White Fang had never seen such a dog (it was a mastiff); but the size and
fierce aspect of the intruder did not deter him. Here was some thing,
not wood nor iron, upon which to wreak his hate. He leaped in with a
flash of fangs that ripped down the side of the mastiff's neck. The
mastiff shook his head, growled hoarsely, and plunged at White Fang. But
White Fang was here, there, and everywhere, always evading and eluding,
and always leaping in and slashing with his fangs and leaping out again
in time to escape punishment.
The men outside shouted and applauded, while Beauty Smith, in an ecstasy
of delight, gloated over the ripping and mangling performed by White
Fang. There was no hope for the mastiff from the first. He was too
ponderous and slow. In the end, while Beauty Smith beat White Fang back
with a club, the mastiff was dragged out by its owner. Then there was a
payment of bets, and money clinked in Beauty Smith's hand.
White Fang came to look forward eagerly to the gathering of the men
around his pen. It meant a fight; and this was the only way that was now
vouchsafed him of expressing the life that was in him. Tormented,
incited to hate, he was kept a prisoner so that there was no way of
satisfying that hate except at the times his master saw fit to put
another dog against him. Beauty Smith had estimated his powers well, for
he was invariably the victor. One day, three dogs were turned in upon
him in succession. Another day a full-grown wolf, fresh-caught from the
Wild, was shoved in through the door of the pen. And on still another
day two dogs were set against him at the same time. This was his
severest fight, and though in the end he killed them both he was himself
half killed in doing it.
In the fall of the year, when the first snows were falling and mush-ice
was running in the river, Beauty Smith took passage for himself and White
Fang on a steamboat bound up the Yukon to Dawson. White Fang had now
achieved a reputation in the land. As "the Fighting Wolf" he was known
far and wide, and the cage in which he was kept on the steam-boat's deck
was usually surrounded by curious men. He raged and snarled at them, or
lay quietly and studied them with cold hatred. Why should he not hate
them? He never asked himself the question. He knew only hate and lost
himself in the passion of it. Life had become a hell to him. He had not
been made for the close confinement wild beasts endure at the hands of
men. And yet it was in precisely this way that he was treated. Men
stared at him, poked sticks between the bars to make him snarl, and then
laughed at him.
They were his environment, these men, and they were moulding the clay of
him into a more ferocious thing than had been intended by Nature.
Nevertheless, Nature had given him plasticity. Where many another animal
would have died or had its spirit broken, he adjusted himself and lived,
and at no expense of the spirit. Possibly Beauty Smith, arch-fiend and
tormentor, was capable of breaking White Fang's spirit, but as yet there
were no signs of his succeeding.