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It
was
no
light
running
now
,
nor
record
time
,
but
heavy
toil
each
day
,
with
a
heavy
load
behind
;
for
this
was
the
mail
train
,
carrying
word
from
the
world
to
the
men
who
sought
gold
under
the
shadow
of
the
Pole
.
Buck
did
not
like
it
,
but
he
bore
up
well
to
the
work
,
taking
pride
in
it
after
the
manner
of
Dave
and
Sol-leks
,
and
seeing
that
his
mates
,
whether
they
prided
in
it
or
not
,
did
their
fair
share
.
It
was
a
monotonous
life
,
operating
with
machine-like
regularity
.
One
day
was
very
like
another
.
At
a
certain
time
each
morning
the
cooks
turned
out
,
fires
were
built
,
and
breakfast
was
eaten
.
Then
,
while
some
broke
camp
,
others
harnessed
the
dogs
,
and
they
were
under
way
an
hour
or
so
before
the
darkness
fell
which
gave
warning
of
dawn
.
At
night
,
camp
was
made
.
Some
pitched
the
flies
,
others
cut
firewood
and
pine
boughs
for
the
beds
,
and
still
others
carried
water
or
ice
for
the
cooks
.
Also
,
the
dogs
were
fed
.
To
them
,
this
was
the
one
feature
of
the
day
,
though
it
was
good
to
loaf
around
,
after
the
fish
was
eaten
,
for
an
hour
or
so
with
the
other
dogs
,
of
which
there
were
fivescore
and
odd
.
There
were
fierce
fighters
among
them
,
but
three
battles
with
the
fiercest
brought
Buck
to
mastery
,
so
that
when
he
bristled
and
showed
his
teeth
they
got
out
of
his
way
.
Best
of
all
,
perhaps
,
he
loved
to
lie
near
the
fire
,
hind
legs
crouched
under
him
,
fore
legs
stretched
out
in
front
,
head
raised
,
and
eyes
blinking
dreamily
at
the
flames
.
Sometimes
he
thought
of
Judge
Miller
's
big
house
in
the
sun-kissed
Santa
Clara
Valley
,
and
of
the
cement
swimming-tank
,
and
Ysabel
,
the
Mexican
hairless
,
and
Toots
,
the
Japanese
pug
;
but
oftener
he
remembered
the
man
in
the
red
sweater
,
the
death
of
Curly
,
the
great
fight
with
Spitz
,
and
the
good
things
he
had
eaten
or
would
like
to
eat
.
He
was
not
homesick
.
The
Sunland
was
very
dim
and
distant
,
and
such
memories
had
no
power
over
him
.
Far
more
potent
were
the
memories
of
his
heredity
that
gave
things
he
had
never
seen
before
a
seeming
familiarity
;
the
instincts
(
which
were
but
the
memories
of
his
ancestors
become
habits
)
which
had
lapsed
in
later
days
,
and
still
later
,
in
him
,
quickened
and
become
alive
again
.
Sometimes
as
he
crouched
there
,
blinking
dreamily
at
the
flames
,
it
seemed
that
the
flames
were
of
another
fire
,
and
that
as
he
crouched
by
this
other
fire
he
saw
another
and
different
man
from
the
half-breed
cook
before
him
.
This
other
man
was
shorter
of
leg
and
longer
of
arm
,
with
muscles
that
were
stringy
and
knotty
rather
than
rounded
and
swelling
.
The
hair
of
this
man
was
long
and
matted
,
and
his
head
slanted
back
under
it
from
the
eyes
.
He
uttered
strange
sounds
,
and
seemed
very
much
afraid
of
the
darkness
,
into
which
he
peered
continually
,
clutching
in
his
hand
,
which
hung
midway
between
knee
and
foot
,
a
stick
with
a
heavy
stone
made
fast
to
the
end
.
He
was
all
but
naked
,
a
ragged
and
fire-scorched
skin
hanging
part
way
down
his
back
,
but
on
his
body
there
was
much
hair
.
In
some
places
,
across
the
chest
and
shoulders
and
down
the
outside
of
the
arms
and
thighs
,
it
was
matted
into
almost
a
thick
fur
.
He
did
not
stand
erect
,
but
with
trunk
inclined
forward
from
the
hips
,
on
legs
that
bent
at
the
knees
.
About
his
body
there
was
a
peculiar
springiness
,
or
resiliency
,
almost
catlike
,
and
a
quick
alertness
as
of
one
who
lived
in
perpetual
fear
of
things
seen
and
unseen
.
At
other
times
this
hairy
man
squatted
by
the
fire
with
head
between
his
legs
and
slept
.
On
such
occasions
his
elbows
were
on
his
knees
,
his
hands
clasped
above
his
head
as
though
to
shed
rain
by
the
hairy
arms
.
And
beyond
that
fire
,
in
the
circling
darkness
,
Buck
could
see
many
gleaming
coals
,
two
by
two
,
always
two
by
two
,
which
he
knew
to
be
the
eyes
of
great
beasts
of
prey
.
And
he
could
hear
the
crashing
of
their
bodies
through
the
undergrowth
,
and
the
noises
they
made
in
the
night
.
And
dreaming
there
by
the
Yukon
bank
,
with
lazy
eyes
blinking
at
the
fire
,
these
sounds
and
sights
of
another
world
would
make
the
hair
to
rise
along
his
back
and
stand
on
end
across
his
shoulders
and
up
his
neck
,
till
he
whimpered
low
and
suppressedly
,
or
growled
softly
,
and
the
half-breed
cook
shouted
at
him
,
"
Hey
,
you
Buck
,
wake
up
!
"
Whereupon
the
other
world
would
vanish
and
the
real
world
come
into
his
eyes
,
and
he
would
get
up
and
yawn
and
stretch
as
though
he
had
been
asleep
.
It
was
a
hard
trip
,
with
the
mail
behind
them
,
and
the
heavy
work
wore
them
down
.
They
were
short
of
weight
and
in
poor
condition
when
they
made
Dawson
,
and
should
have
had
a
ten
days
'
or
a
week
's
rest
at
least
.
But
in
two
days
'
time
they
dropped
down
the
Yukon
bank
from
the
Barracks
,
loaded
with
letters
for
the
outside
.
The
dogs
were
tired
,
the
drivers
grumbling
,
and
to
make
matters
worse
,
it
snowed
every
day
.
This
meant
a
soft
trail
,
greater
friction
on
the
runners
,
and
heavier
pulling
for
the
dogs
;
yet
the
drivers
were
fair
through
it
all
,
and
did
their
best
for
the
animals
.
Each
night
the
dogs
were
attended
to
first
.
They
ate
before
the
drivers
ate
,
and
no
man
sought
his
sleeping-robe
till
he
had
seen
to
the
feet
of
the
dogs
he
drove
.
Still
,
their
strength
went
down
.
Since
the
beginning
of
the
winter
they
had
travelled
eighteen
hundred
miles
,
dragging
sleds
the
whole
weary
distance
;
and
eighteen
hundred
miles
will
tell
upon
life
of
the
toughest
.
Buck
stood
it
,
keeping
his
mates
up
to
their
work
and
maintaining
discipline
,
though
he
,
too
,
was
very
tired
.
Billee
cried
and
whimpered
regularly
in
his
sleep
each
night
.
Joe
was
sourer
than
ever
,
and
Sol-leks
was
unapproachable
,
blind
side
or
other
side
.
