1906 white fang jack london - pinkmonke - Pink Monkey

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door for his antagonist to enter. The door would open, and thrust
in upon him would come the awful electric car. A thousand times
this occurred, and each time the terror it inspired was as vivid and
as great as ever.
Then came the day when the last bandage and the last plaster cast
were taken off. It was a gala day. All Sierra Vista was gathered
around. The master rubbed his ears, and he crooned his lovegrowl.
The master’s wife called him the ‘Blessed Wolf,’ which
name was taken up with acclaim and all the women called him the
Blessed Wolf.
He tried to rise to his feet, and after several attempts fell down
from weakness. He had lain so long that his muscles had gone out
of them. He felt a little shame because of his weakness, as though,
forsooth, he was failing the gods in the service he owed them.
Because of this he made heroic efforts to arise, and at last he stood
on his four legs, tottering and swaying back and forth.
‘The Blessed Wolf!’ chorused the women.
Judge Scott surveyed them triumphantly.
‘Out of your own mouths be it,’ he said. ‘Just as I contended right
along. No mere dog could have done what he did. He’s a wolf.’ ‘A
Blessed Wolf,’ amended the Judge’s wife.
‘Yes, Blessed Wolf,’ agreed the Judge. ‘And henceforth that shall be
my name for him.’ ‘He’ll have to learn to walk again,’ said the
surgeon; ‘so he might as well start in right now. It won’t hurt him.
Take him outside.’ And outside he went, like a king, with all Sierra
Vista about him and tending on him. He was very weak, and when
he reached the lawn he lay down and rested for a while.
Then the procession started on, little spurts of strength coming into
White Fang’s muscles as he used them and the blood began to
surge through them. The stables were reached, and there in the
doorway lay Collie, a half-dozen pudgy puppies playing about her
in the sun.
White Fang looked on with a wondering eye.
Collie snarled warningly at him, and he was careful to keep his
distance. The master with his toe helped one sprawling puppy
toward him. He bristled suspiciously, but the master warned him
that all was well. Collie, clasped in the arms of one of the women,
watched him jealously and with a snarl warned him that all was
not well.
The puppy sprawled in front of him. He cocked his ears and
watched it curiously. Then their noses touched, and he felt the
warm little tongue of the puppy on his jowl. White Fang’s tongue
went out, he knew not why, and he licked the puppy’s face.