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ancestors, and by their inherited memory they knew White Fang
for the wolf, and they remembered the ancient feud.
All of which served to make White Fang’s days enjoyable. If the
sight of him drove these strange dogs upon him, so much the better
for him, so much the worse for them. They looked upon him as
legitimate prey, and as legitimate prey he looked upon them.
Not for nothing had he first seen the light of day in a lonely lair
and fought his first fights with the ptarmigan, the weasel, and the
lynx. And not for nothing had his puppyhood been made bitter by
the persecution of Lip-lip and the whole puppy-pack. It might have
been otherwise, and he would then have been otherwise. Had Liplip
not existed, he would have passed his puppyhood with the
other puppies and grown up more doglike and with more liking
for dogs. Had Gray Beaver possessed the plummet of affection and
love, he might have sounded the deeps of White Fang’s nature and
brought up to the surface all manner of kindly qualities. But these
things had not been so. The clay of White Fang had been moulded
until he became what he was, morose and lonely, unloving and
ferocious, the enemy of all his kind.