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There
came
a
day
when
Billee
,
the
good-natured
,
fell
and
could
not
rise
.
Hal
had
traded
off
his
revolver
,
so
he
took
the
axe
and
knocked
Billee
on
the
head
as
he
lay
in
the
traces
,
then
cut
the
carcass
out
of
the
harness
and
dragged
it
to
one
side
.
Buck
saw
,
and
his
mates
saw
,
and
they
knew
that
this
thing
was
very
close
to
them
.
On
the
next
day
Koona
went
,
and
but
five
of
them
remained
:
Joe
,
too
far
gone
to
be
malignant
;
Pike
,
crippled
and
limping
,
only
half
conscious
and
not
conscious
enough
longer
to
malinger
;
Sol-leks
,
the
one-eyed
,
still
faithful
to
the
toil
of
trace
and
trail
,
and
mournful
in
that
he
had
so
little
strength
with
which
to
pull
;
Teek
,
who
had
not
travelled
so
far
that
winter
and
who
was
now
beaten
more
than
the
others
because
he
was
fresher
;
and
Buck
,
still
at
the
head
of
the
team
,
but
no
longer
enforcing
discipline
or
striving
to
enforce
it
,
blind
with
weakness
half
the
time
and
keeping
the
trail
by
the
loom
of
it
and
by
the
dim
feel
of
his
feet
.
It
was
beautiful
spring
weather
,
but
neither
dogs
nor
humans
were
aware
of
it
.
Each
day
the
sun
rose
earlier
and
set
later
.
It
was
dawn
by
three
in
the
morning
,
and
twilight
lingered
till
nine
at
night
.
The
whole
long
day
was
a
blaze
of
sunshine
.
The
ghostly
winter
silence
had
given
way
to
the
great
spring
murmur
of
awakening
life
.
This
murmur
arose
from
all
the
land
,
fraught
with
the
joy
of
living
.
It
came
from
the
things
that
lived
and
moved
again
,
things
which
had
been
as
dead
and
which
had
not
moved
during
the
long
months
of
frost
.
The
sap
was
rising
in
the
pines
.
The
willows
and
aspens
were
bursting
out
in
young
buds
.
Shrubs
and
vines
were
putting
on
fresh
garbs
of
green
.
Crickets
sang
in
the
nights
,
and
in
the
days
all
manner
of
creeping
,
crawling
things
rustled
forth
into
the
sun
.
Partridges
and
woodpeckers
were
booming
and
knocking
in
the
forest
.
Squirrels
were
chattering
,
birds
singing
,
and
overhead
honked
the
wild-fowl
driving
up
from
the
south
in
cunning
wedges
that
split
the
air
.
From
every
hill
slope
came
the
trickle
of
running
water
,
the
music
of
unseen
fountains
.
All
things
were
thawing
,
bending
,
snapping
.
The
Yukon
was
straining
to
break
loose
the
ice
that
bound
it
down
.
It
ate
away
from
beneath
;
the
sun
ate
from
above
.
Air-holes
formed
,
fissures
sprang
and
spread
apart
,
while
thin
sections
of
ice
fell
through
bodily
into
the
river
.
And
amid
all
this
bursting
,
rending
,
throbbing
of
awakening
life
,
under
the
blazing
sun
and
through
the
soft-sighing
breezes
,
like
wayfarers
to
death
,
staggered
the
two
men
,
the
woman
,
and
the
huskies
.
With
the
dogs
falling
,
Mercedes
weeping
and
riding
,
Hal
swearing
innocuously
,
and
Charles
's
eyes
wistfully
watering
,
they
staggered
into
John
Thornton
's
camp
at
the
mouth
of
White
River
.
When
they
halted
,
the
dogs
dropped
down
as
though
they
had
all
been
struck
dead
.
Mercedes
dried
her
eyes
and
looked
at
John
Thornton
.
Charles
sat
down
on
a
log
to
rest
.
He
sat
down
very
slowly
and
painstakingly
what
of
his
great
stiffness
.
Hal
did
the
talking
.
John
Thornton
was
whittling
the
last
touches
on
an
axe-handle
he
had
made
from
a
stick
of
birch
.
He
whittled
and
listened
,
gave
monosyllabic
replies
,
and
,
when
it
was
asked
,
terse
advice
.
He
knew
the
breed
,
and
he
gave
his
advice
in
the
certainty
that
it
would
not
be
followed
.
"
They
told
us
up
above
that
the
bottom
was
dropping
out
of
the
trail
and
that
the
best
thing
for
us
to
do
was
to
lay
over
,
"
Hal
said
in
response
to
Thornton
's
warning
to
take
no
more
chances
on
the
rotten
ice
.
"
They
told
us
we
could
n't
make
White
River
,
and
here
we
are
.
"
This
last
with
a
sneering
ring
of
triumph
in
it
.
"
And
they
told
you
true
,
"
John
Thornton
answered
.
"
The
bottom
's
likely
to
drop
out
at
any
moment
.
Only
fools
,
with
the
blind
luck
of
fools
,
could
have
made
it
.
I
tell
you
straight
,
I
would
n't
risk
my
carcass
on
that
ice
for
all
the
gold
in
Alaska
.
"
"
That
's
because
you
're
not
a
fool
,
I
suppose
,
"
said
Hal
.
"
All
the
same
,
we
'll
go
on
to
Dawson
.
"
He
uncoiled
his
whip
.
"
Get
up
there
,
Buck
!
Hi
!
Get
up
there
!
Mush
on
!
"
Thornton
went
on
whittling
.
It
was
idle
,
he
knew
,
to
get
between
a
fool
and
his
folly
;
while
two
or
three
fools
more
or
less
would
not
alter
the
scheme
of
things
.
