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158 this sense in him that resented the unfairness of his being permitted no defense against the stone-throwers. He forgot that in the covenant entered into between him and the gods they were pledged to care for him and defend him. But one day the master sprang from the carriage, whip in hand, and gave the stonethrowers a thrashing. After that they threw stones no more, and White Fang understood and was satisfied. One other experience of similar nature was his. On the way to town, hanging around the saloon at the crossroads, were three dogs that made a practice of rushing out upon him when he went by. Knowing his deadly method of fighting, the master had never ceased impressing upon White Fang the law that he must not fight. As a result, having learned the lesson well, White Fang was hard put whenever he passed the crossroads saloon. After the first rush, each time, his snarl kept the three dogs at a distance, but they trailed along behind, yelping and bickering and insulting him. This endured for some time. The men at the saloon even urged the dogs on to attack White Fang. One day they openly sicked the dogs on him. The master stopped the carriage. ‘Go to it,’ he said to White Fang. But White Fang could not believe. He looked at the master, and he looked at the dogs. Then he looked back eagerly and questioningly at the master. The master nodded his head. ‘Go to them, old fellow. Eat them up.’ White Fang no longer hesitated. He turned and leaped silently among his enemies. All three faced him. There was a great snarling and growling, a clashing of teeth and a flurry of bodies. The dust of the road arose in a cloud and screened the battle. But at the end of several minutes two dogs were struggling in the dirt and the third was in full flight. He leaped a ditch, went through a rail fence, and fled across a field. White Fang followed, sliding over the ground in wolf fashion and with wolf speed, swiftly and without noise, and in the center of the field he dragged down and slew the dog. With this triple killing his main trouble with dogs ceased. The word went up and down the valley, and men saw to it that their dogs did not molest the Fighting Wolf.
CHAPTER FOUR. The Call of Kind. 159 THE MONTHS CAME AND went. There was plenty of food and no work in the Southland, and White Fang lived fat and prosperous and happy. Not alone was he in the geographical Southland, for he was in the Southland of Life. Human kindness was like a sun shining upon him, and he flourished like a flower planted in good soil. And yet he remained somehow different from other dogs. He knew the law even better than did the dogs that had known no other life, and he observed the law more punctiliously; but still there was about him a suggestion of lurking ferocity, as though the Wild still lingered in him and the wolf in him merely slept. He never chummed with other dogs. Lonely he had lived, so far as his kind was concerned, and lonely he would continue to live. In his puppyhood, under the persecution of Lip-lip and the puppypack, and in his fighting days with Beauty Smith, he had acquired a fixed aversion for dogs. The natural course of his life had been diverted, and, recoiling from his kind, he had clung to the human. Besides, all Southland dogs looked upon him with suspicion. He aroused in them their instinctive fear of the Wild, and they greeted him always with snarl and growl and belligerent hatred. He, on the other hand, learned that it was not necessary to use his teeth upon them. His naked <strong>fang</strong>s and writhing lips were uniformly efficacious, rarely failing to send a bellowing on-rushing dog back on its haunches. But there was one trial in White Fang’s life- Collie. She never gave him a moment’s peace. She was not so amenable to the law as he. She defied all efforts of the master to make her become friends with White Fang. Ever in his ears was sounding her sharp and nervous snarl. She had never forgiven him the chickenkilling episode, and persistently held to the belief that his intentions were bad. She found him guilty before the act, and treated him accordingly. She became a pest to him, like a policeman following him around the stable and the grounds, and, if he even so much as glanced curiously at a pigeon or chicken, bursting into an outcry of indignation and wrath. His favorite way of ignoring her was to lie down, with his head on his forepaws, and pretend sleep. This always dumbfounded and silenced her.
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Table Of Contents PART ONE CHAPTER
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PART ONE CHAPTER ONE The Trail of t
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7 At the fall of darkness they swun
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9 the snow before supper. Henry gru
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CHAPTER TWO. The She-wolf. 11 BREAK
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13 they will,’ Bill affirmed. ‘
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15 It was dark, and he could not se
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17 merciless wistfulness of hunger.
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CHAPTER THREE. The Hunger Cry. 19 T
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21 He sat for a long while upon the
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23 repeatedly, now one at a time, n
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25 This howling now bothered him. H
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27 But there was another sound. Far
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29 might have fought, but even wooi
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31 mildness toward her, they were a
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33 One moonlight night, running thr
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35 rabbit. As he sank back with it
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37 almost a grunt, she curled her b
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39 never in his long life had porcu
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41 the big cat squalled with hurt a
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CHAPTER THREE. The Gray Cub. 43 HE
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45 toward the cave’s entrance, an
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CHAPTER FOUR. The Wall of the World
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49 Also, its appearance had changed
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51 his own cave-door on his first f
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53 He came down a shelving bank to
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55 of blood, and it was ever her pr
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57 and as he grew older he felt thi
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59 He began to accompany his mother
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PART THREE CHAPTER ONE. The Makers
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63 And then the cub saw his mother,
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65 Only a few seconds elapsed befor
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67 A moment later he was straying a
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69 buzzed unceasingly. Continually
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71 strong and dominant in his own n
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73 respectful distance. White Fang
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75 White Fang did not repeat his at
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CHAPTER THREE. The Outcast. 77 LIP-
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79 nose serrulated by continuous sp
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CHAPTER FOUR. The Trail of the Gods
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83 followed the river bank down the
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CHAPTER FIVE. The Covenant. 85 WHEN
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87 from the pack had made the pack
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89 Hands were things to keep away f
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91 Beaver. One result of this was t
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93 Baseek was surprised by the othe
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95 without her. Her meaning was for
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97 rabbit at a time when Gray Beave
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PART FOUR CHAPTER ONE. The Enemy of
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101 But there was one lesson the do
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103 thousands of gold-hunters were
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105 savage vengeance on the offende
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Page 117 and 118: 117 earth. No dog could make him lo
Page 119 and 120: 119 after White Fang. The display o
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Page 123 and 124: 123 glaze, he knew beyond doubt tha
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Page 131 and 132: CHAPTER SIX. The Love-master. 131 A
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Page 137 and 138: 137 never ran to meet his god. He w
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Page 141 and 142: 141 White Fang, still wrought up an
Page 143 and 144: 143 The other glared at him in sudd
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Page 147 and 148: 147 ‘’Bout time you come,’ gr
Page 149 and 150: 149 desperate. He essayed another c
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Page 161 and 162: 161 But nobody else ever romped wit
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