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away. Not one succeeded in laying a hand on him, and it was well
that they did not.
White Fang soon learned that very few of these gods- not more
than a dozenlived at this place. Every two or three days a steamer
(another and colossal manifestation of power) came in to the bank
and stopped for several hours. The white men came from off these
steamers and went away on them again. There seemed untold
numbers of these white men. In the first day or so, he saw more of
them than he had seen Indians in all life; and as the days went by
they continued to come up the river, stop, and then go on up the
river and out of sight.
But if the white gods were all-powerful, their dogs did not amount
to much.
This White Fang quickly discovered by mixing with those that
came ashore with their masters. They were of irregular shapes and
sizes. Some were short-leggedtoo short; others were long-leggedtoo
long. They had hair instead of fur, and a few had very little
hair at that. And none of them knew how to fight.
As an enemy of his kind, it was in White Fang’s province to fight
with them.
This he did, and he quickly achieved for them a mighty contempt.
They were soft and helpless, made much noise, and floundered
around clumsily, trying to accomplish by main strength what he
accomplished by dexterity and cunning. They rushed bellowing at
him. He sprang to the side. They did not know what had become
of him; and in that moment he struck them on the shoulder; rolling
them off their feet and delivering his stroke at the throat.
Sometimes this stroke was successful, and a stricken dog rolled in
the dirt, to be pounced upon and torn to pieces by the pack of
Indian dogs that waited. White Fang was wise. He had long since
learned that the gods were made angry when their dogs were
killed. The white men were no exception to this. So he was content,
when he had overthrown and slashed wide the throat of one of
their dogs, to drop back and let the pack go in and do the cruel
finishing work. It was then that the white men rushed in, visiting
their wrath heavily on the pack, while White Fang went free. He
would stand off at a little distance and look on, while stones, clubs,
axes, and all sorts of weapons fell upon his fellows. White Fang
was very wise.
But his fellows grew wise, in their own way; and in this White
Fang grew wise with them. They learned that it was when a
steamer first tied to the bank that they had their fun. After the first
two or three strange dogs had been downed and destroyed, the
white men hustled their own animals back on board and wreaked