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By
the
time
they
made
the
Hootalinqua
and
good
ice
,
Buck
was
played
out
.
The
rest
of
the
dogs
were
in
like
condition
;
but
Perrault
,
to
make
up
lost
time
,
pushed
them
late
and
early
.
The
first
day
they
covered
thirty-five
miles
to
the
Big
Salmon
;
the
next
day
thirty-five
more
to
the
Little
Salmon
;
the
third
day
forty
miles
,
which
brought
them
well
up
toward
the
Five
Fingers
.
Buck
's
feet
were
not
so
compact
and
hard
as
the
feet
of
the
huskies
.
His
had
softened
during
the
many
generations
since
the
day
his
last
wild
ancestor
was
tamed
by
a
cave-dweller
or
river
man
.
All
day
long
he
limped
in
agony
,
and
camp
once
made
,
lay
down
like
a
dead
dog
.
Hungry
as
he
was
,
he
would
not
move
to
receive
his
ration
of
fish
,
which
Francois
had
to
bring
to
him
.
Also
,
the
dog-driver
rubbed
Buck
's
feet
for
half
an
hour
each
night
after
supper
,
and
sacrificed
the
tops
of
his
own
moccasins
to
make
four
moccasins
for
Buck
.
This
was
a
great
relief
,
and
Buck
caused
even
the
weazened
face
of
Perrault
to
twist
itself
into
a
grin
one
morning
,
when
Francois
forgot
the
moccasins
and
Buck
lay
on
his
back
,
his
four
feet
waving
appealingly
in
the
air
,
and
refused
to
budge
without
them
.
Later
his
feet
grew
hard
to
the
trail
,
and
the
worn-out
foot-gear
was
thrown
away
.
At
the
Pelly
one
morning
,
as
they
were
harnessing
up
,
Dolly
,
who
had
never
been
conspicuous
for
anything
,
went
suddenly
mad
.
She
announced
her
condition
by
a
long
,
heartbreaking
wolf
howl
that
sent
every
dog
bristling
with
fear
,
then
sprang
straight
for
Buck
.
He
had
never
seen
a
dog
go
mad
,
nor
did
he
have
any
reason
to
fear
madness
;
yet
he
knew
that
here
was
horror
,
and
fled
away
from
it
in
a
panic
.
Straight
away
he
raced
,
with
Dolly
,
panting
and
frothing
,
one
leap
behind
;
nor
could
she
gain
on
him
,
so
great
was
his
terror
,
nor
could
he
leave
her
,
so
great
was
her
madness
.
He
plunged
through
the
wooded
breast
of
the
island
,
flew
down
to
the
lower
end
,
crossed
a
back
channel
filled
with
rough
ice
to
another
island
,
gained
a
third
island
,
curved
back
to
the
main
river
,
and
in
desperation
started
to
cross
it
.
And
all
the
time
,
though
he
did
not
look
,
he
could
hear
her
snarling
just
one
leap
behind
.
Francois
called
to
him
a
quarter
of
a
mile
away
and
he
doubled
back
,
still
one
leap
ahead
,
gasping
painfully
for
air
and
putting
all
his
faith
in
that
Francois
would
save
him
.
The
dog-driver
held
the
axe
poised
in
his
hand
,
and
as
Buck
shot
past
him
the
axe
crashed
down
upon
mad
Dolly
's
head
.
Buck
staggered
over
against
the
sled
,
exhausted
,
sobbing
for
breath
,
helpless
.
This
was
Spitz
's
opportunity
.
He
sprang
upon
Buck
,
and
twice
his
teeth
sank
into
his
unresisting
foe
and
ripped
and
tore
the
flesh
to
the
bone
.
Then
Francois
's
lash
descended
,
and
Buck
had
the
satisfaction
of
watching
Spitz
receive
the
worst
whipping
as
yet
administered
to
any
of
the
teams
.
"
One
devil
,
dat
Spitz
,
"
remarked
Perrault
.
"
Some
dam
day
heem
keel
dat
Buck
.
"
"
Dat
Buck
two
devils
,
"
was
Francois
's
rejoinder
.
"
All
de
tam
I
watch
dat
Buck
I
know
for
sure
.
Lissen
:
some
dam
fine
day
heem
get
mad
lak
hell
an
'
den
heem
chew
dat
Spitz
all
up
an
'
spit
heem
out
on
de
snow
.
Sure
.
I
know
.
"
From
then
on
it
was
war
between
them
.
Spitz
,
as
lead-dog
and
acknowledged
master
of
the
team
,
felt
his
supremacy
threatened
by
this
strange
Southland
dog
.
And
strange
Buck
was
to
him
,
for
of
the
many
Southland
dogs
he
had
known
,
not
one
had
shown
up
worthily
in
camp
and
on
trail
.
They
were
all
too
soft
,
dying
under
the
toil
,
the
frost
,
and
starvation
.
Buck
was
the
exception
.
He
alone
endured
and
prospered
,
matching
the
husky
in
strength
,
savagery
,
and
cunning
.
Then
he
was
a
masterful
dog
,
and
what
made
him
dangerous
was
the
fact
that
the
club
of
the
man
in
the
red
sweater
had
knocked
all
blind
pluck
and
rashness
out
of
his
desire
for
mastery
.
He
was
preeminently
cunning
,
and
could
bide
his
time
with
a
patience
that
was
nothing
less
than
primitive
.
It
was
inevitable
that
the
clash
for
leadership
should
come
.
Buck
wanted
it
.
He
wanted
it
because
it
was
his
nature
,
because
he
had
been
gripped
tight
by
that
nameless
,
incomprehensible
pride
of
the
trail
and
trace
--
that
pride
which
holds
dogs
in
the
toil
to
the
last
gasp
,
which
lures
them
to
die
joyfully
in
the
harness
,
and
breaks
their
hearts
if
they
are
cut
out
of
the
harness
.
This
was
the
pride
of
Dave
as
wheel-dog
,
of
Sol-leks
as
he
pulled
with
all
his
strength
;
the
pride
that
laid
hold
of
them
at
break
of
camp
,
transforming
them
from
sour
and
sullen
brutes
into
straining
,
eager
,
ambitious
creatures
;
the
pride
that
spurred
them
on
all
day
and
dropped
them
at
pitch
of
camp
at
night
,
letting
them
fall
back
into
gloomy
unrest
and
uncontent
.
This
was
the
pride
that
bore
up
Spitz
and
made
him
thrash
the
sled-dogs
who
blundered
and
shirked
in
the
traces
or
hid
away
at
harness-up
time
in
the
morning
.
Likewise
it
was
this
pride
that
made
him
fear
Buck
as
a
possible
lead-dog
.
And
this
was
Buck
's
pride
,
too
.
He
openly
threatened
the
other
's
leadership
.
He
came
between
him
and
the
shirks
he
should
have
punished
.
And
he
did
it
deliberately
.
One
night
there
was
a
heavy
snowfall
,
and
in
the
morning
Pike
,
the
malingerer
,
did
not
appear
.
He
was
securely
hidden
in
his
nest
under
a
foot
of
snow
.
Francois
called
him
and
sought
him
in
vain
.
Spitz
was
wild
with
wrath
.
He
raged
through
the
camp
,
smelling
and
digging
in
every
likely
place
,
snarling
so
frightfully
that
Pike
heard
and
shivered
in
his
hiding-place
.
