Identifier: callofwild02lond (find matches)
Title: The call of the wild
Year: 1903 (1900s)
Authors: London, Jack, 1876-1916 Frank Tirro Collection. NcD
Subjects: Animal welfare Feral dogs Pet theft Sled dogs Dogs
Publisher: New York London : The Macmillan company
Contributing Library: Duke University Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: Duke University Libraries

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passion of two days andnights. In mid air, just as his jaws were aboutto close on the man, he received a shock thatchecked his body and brought his teeth togetherwith an agonizing clip. He whirled over, fetch-ing the ground on his back and side. He hadnever been struck by a club in his life, and didnot understand. With a snarl that was partbark and more scream he was again on his feetand launched into the air. And again theshock came and he was brought crushingly tothe ground. This time he was aware that itwas the club, but his madness knew no caution.A dozen times he charged, and as often theclub broke the charge and smashed him down.After a particularly fierce blow, he crawledto his feet, too dazed to rush. He staggeredlimply about, the blood flowing from nose andmouth and ears, his beautiful coat sprayed andflecked with bloody slaver. Then the man ad-vanced and deliberately dealt him a frightfulblow on the nose. All the pain he had enduredwas as nothing compared with the exquisite
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■ Straight at the man he launched his one hundred and forty-pounds of fury. INTO THE PRIMITIVE 31 agony of this. With a roar that was almostlionlike in its ferocity, he again hurled himselfat the man. But the man, shifting the clubfrom right to left, coolly caught him by theunder jaw, at the same time wrenching down-ward and backward. Buck described a com-plete circle in the air, and half of another, thencrashed to the ground on his head and chest. For the last time he rushed. The manstruck the shrewd blow he had purposely with-held for so long, and Buck crumpled up andwent down, knocked utterly senseless. Hes no slouch at dog-breakin, thats wotI say, one of the men on the wall criedenthusiastically. Druther break cayuses any day, and twiceon Sundays, was the reply of the driver, as heclimbed on the wagon and started the horses. Bucks senses came back to him, but not hisstrength. He lay where he had fallen, andfrom there he watched the man in the redsweater. c Answers to the name of

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