No longer protected form the cruelty of the other dogs, he is driven into a savage independence. But whatever idea was forming in his mind, was dissipated by the she-wolf, who advanced upon him, sniffed noses with him for a fleeting instant, and then resumed her coy retreat before his renewed advances. They reminded him of children gathered about a spread table and awaiting permission to begin to eat. As Three Eagles puts Kiche in a canoe to go down river, White Fang jumps in the water and begins to swim after them as Gray Beaver repeatedly calls to him. Don't take no chances!". He passed a rope over his shoulder, a man-trace, and pulled with the dogs. She was looking at the man, and for some time he returned her look. They were all about him and the fire, in a narrow circle, and he could see them plainly in the firelight lying down, sitting up, crawling forward on their bellies, or slinking back and forth. . A mysterious change had taken place - so mysterious a change that he was shocked wider awake. Then he heard a great outcry of snarls and yelps. She seemed to smile at him, showing her teeth in an ingratiating rather than a menacing way. They had lost no dogs during the night, and they swung out upon the trail and into the silence, the darkness, and the cold with spirits that were fairly light. The gods were so hungry that they ate the leather of their moccasins and the dogs ate the harnesses off their backs. As his eyes closed it fell away from his hand. . Her mouth opened, the saliva drooled forth, and she licked her chops with the pleasure of anticipation. At nights Mit-sah would feed Gray Beaver more than the other dogs and Lip-Lip now found himself hated and persecuted by the pack. "Say, Bill!" Besides, they were snarling all the time, and his benumbed and drowsy senses no longer took note of changing pitch and intensity. Morning came, but for the first time the light of day failed to scatter the wolves. Before his eyes closed the wolves had drawn too near for safety. There were cries of men, and churn of sleds, the creaking of harnesses, and the eager whimpering of straining dogs. . She looked at him merely with a great wistfulness, but he knew it to be the wistfulness of an equally great hunger. But it could not last long. Never had he been so fond of this body of his as now when his tenure of it was so precarious. Dawn came, and daylight. And he was the food they were to eat! Then she ate the dogs. GradeSaver, 29 October 2000 Web. Lip-Lip had lived his life in camp and, having fought many puppy fights, was easily the victor. All night, with burning brands, he fought off the hungry pack. She sprang away, yelling with pain, and while he took delight in the smell of burning flesh and hair, he watched her shaking her head and growling wrathfully a score of feet away. Before the boy realizes what has happened, he is attacked by the dog and White Fang now expects nothing but the most terrible punishment. More wolves were appearing every moment and joining in the chase. . Half a dozen men were about the man who crouched in the centre of the dying fire. Even his name suggests both the demonic white wilderness and the savage Darwinian world governed by the Law of the Meat, the Law of the Fang. Before the day is out Mit-sah is attacked by a group of young Indians. He came out of a doze that was half nightmare, to see the red-hued she-wolf before him. For several hours he adhered to this programme. White Fang came to understand that the law of property and and the duty of defending the property gave him rights otherwise prohibited, namely the biting of thieving gods. A radical change takes place when the protagonist shifts his allegiance from the blind, reasonless Wild to a new deity: "This was the ancient covenant that the first wolf that came in from the Wild Entered into with man. But this time, before he dozed again, he tied a burning pine-knot to his right hand. The day began auspiciously. Part I opens as London vividly describes the "wild, the savage, frozen-hearted Northland Wild." As night approached, cold, hunger, and loneliness had begun to sink in. And, like all succeeding wolves and wild dogs that had Done likewise, White Fang worked the covenant out for himself. The she-wolf was one leap behind One Ear and holding her own. He jerked his shoulder petulantly away from the grip of his questioner. He made one desperate attempt to pull out on the trail. By the light of the fire he crooked his fingers slowly and repeatedly now one at a time, now all together, spreading them wide or making quick gripping movements. On the instant, the she-wolf's coyness and playfulness disappeared. His eyes were closed but few minutes when the burn of the flame on his flesh awakened him. He was the food, and the sight of him excited in her the gustatory sensations. And even as he looked, the brute deliberately stretched himself after the manner of a lazy dog, yawning full in his face and looking upon him with a possessive eye, as if, in truth, he were merely a delayed meal that was soon to be eaten. When White Fang opts not to return to the wild, but rather go back to his master, he decides forever between the "call of the wild" and the companionship of man, and "it did not take him long to make up his mind." White Fang learns to exist in this primitive place of ice and snow on the edge of civilization through submission to their master's will, but craftily erode order among the other dogs through "tough" tactics, then shift the blame on them. She moved toward him a few steps, playfully, and then halted. The wolves were rushing him. "They ain't a- goin' to get any more of our dogs if I can help it.". He dozed despite himself, crouching by the fire, the blankets about his shoulders, the axe between his knees, and on either side a dog pressing close against him. Two men, Henry and Bill, struggle to pull the long, narrow coffin of Lord Alfred on a dog sled through the cold, desolate terrain. Gun in hand, he plunged into the underbrush that lined the side of the trail. He recognised One Ear's yell of pain and terror, and he heard a wolf-cry that bespoke a stricken animal. The wolves were now more open in their pursuit, trotting sedately behind and ranging along on either side, their red tongues lolling out, their-lean sides showing the udulating ribs with every movement. Gray Beaver defends White Fang again when he attacks a group of boys who were bullying Mit-sah. He tried to sniff noses with her, but she retreated playfully and coyly. She was not more than half a dozen feet away sitting in the snow and wistfully regarding him. He had learned much earlier from Gray Beaver that the unpardonable crime was to bite one of the gods, but now he learned that some laws were subject to change. With the bursting open of the door, the noise of their howling had increased tremendously. Despite the famine, White Fang remains in good condition and, consequently, when he comes across a hungry and tired Lip-Lip, the battle to the end is swift and merciless.
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