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For
the
most
part
,
however
,
Buck
's
love
was
expressed
in
adoration
.
While
he
went
wild
with
happiness
when
Thornton
touched
him
or
spoke
to
him
,
he
did
not
seek
these
tokens
.
Unlike
Skeet
,
who
was
wont
to
shove
her
nose
under
Thornton
's
hand
and
nudge
and
nudge
till
petted
,
or
Nig
,
who
would
stalk
up
and
rest
his
great
head
on
Thornton
's
knee
,
Buck
was
content
to
adore
at
a
distance
.
He
would
lie
by
the
hour
,
eager
,
alert
,
at
Thornton
's
feet
,
looking
up
into
his
face
,
dwelling
upon
it
,
studying
it
,
following
with
keenest
interest
each
fleeting
expression
,
every
movement
or
change
of
feature
.
Or
,
as
chance
might
have
it
,
he
would
lie
farther
away
,
to
the
side
or
rear
,
watching
the
outlines
of
the
man
and
the
occasional
movements
of
his
body
.
And
often
,
such
was
the
communion
in
which
they
lived
,
the
strength
of
Buck
's
gaze
would
draw
John
Thornton
's
head
around
,
and
he
would
return
the
gaze
,
without
speech
,
his
heart
shining
out
of
his
eyes
as
Buck
's
heart
shone
out
.
For
a
long
time
after
his
rescue
,
Buck
did
not
like
Thornton
to
get
out
of
his
sight
.
From
the
moment
he
left
the
tent
to
when
he
entered
it
again
,
Buck
would
follow
at
his
heels
.
His
transient
masters
since
he
had
come
into
the
Northland
had
bred
in
him
a
fear
that
no
master
could
be
permanent
.
He
was
afraid
that
Thornton
would
pass
out
of
his
life
as
Perrault
and
Francois
and
the
Scotch
half-breed
had
passed
out
.
Even
in
the
night
,
in
his
dreams
,
he
was
haunted
by
this
fear
.
At
such
times
he
would
shake
off
sleep
and
creep
through
the
chill
to
the
flap
of
the
tent
,
where
he
would
stand
and
listen
to
the
sound
of
his
master
's
breathing
.
But
in
spite
of
this
great
love
he
bore
John
Thornton
,
which
seemed
to
bespeak
the
soft
civilizing
influence
,
the
strain
of
the
primitive
,
which
the
Northland
had
aroused
in
him
,
remained
alive
and
active
.
Faithfulness
and
devotion
,
things
born
of
fire
and
roof
,
were
his
;
yet
he
retained
his
wildness
and
wiliness
.
He
was
a
thing
of
the
wild
,
come
in
from
the
wild
to
sit
by
John
Thornton
's
fire
,
rather
than
a
dog
of
the
soft
Southland
stamped
with
the
marks
of
generations
of
civilization
.
Because
of
his
very
great
love
,
he
could
not
steal
from
this
man
,
but
from
any
other
man
,
in
any
other
camp
,
he
did
not
hesitate
an
instant
;
while
the
cunning
with
which
he
stole
enabled
him
to
escape
detection
.
His
face
and
body
were
scored
by
the
teeth
of
many
dogs
,
and
he
fought
as
fiercely
as
ever
and
more
shrewdly
.
Skeet
and
Nig
were
too
good-natured
for
quarrelling
--
besides
,
they
belonged
to
John
Thornton
;
but
the
strange
dog
,
no
matter
what
the
breed
or
valor
,
swiftly
acknowledged
Buck
's
supremacy
or
found
himself
struggling
for
life
with
a
terrible
antagonist
.
And
Buck
was
merciless
.
He
had
learned
well
the
law
of
club
and
fang
,
and
he
never
forewent
an
advantage
or
drew
back
from
a
foe
he
had
started
on
the
way
to
Death
.
He
had
lessoned
from
Spitz
,
and
from
the
chief
fighting
dogs
of
the
police
and
mail
,
and
knew
there
was
no
middle
course
.
He
must
master
or
be
mastered
;
while
to
show
mercy
was
a
weakness
.
Mercy
did
not
exist
in
the
primordial
life
.
It
was
misunderstood
for
fear
,
and
such
misunderstandings
made
for
death
.
Kill
or
be
killed
,
eat
or
be
eaten
,
was
the
law
;
and
this
mandate
,
down
out
of
the
depths
of
Time
,
he
obeyed
.
He
was
older
than
the
days
he
had
seen
and
the
breaths
he
had
drawn
.
He
linked
the
past
with
the
present
,
and
the
eternity
behind
him
throbbed
through
him
in
a
mighty
rhythm
to
which
he
swayed
as
the
tides
and
seasons
swayed
.
He
sat
by
John
Thornton
's
fire
,
a
broad-breasted
dog
,
white-fanged
and
long-furred
;
but
behind
him
were
the
shades
of
all
manner
of
dogs
,
half-wolves
and
wild
wolves
,
urgent
and
prompting
,
tasting
the
savor
of
the
meat
he
ate
,
thirsting
for
the
water
he
drank
,
scenting
the
wind
with
him
,
listening
with
him
and
telling
him
the
sounds
made
by
the
wild
life
in
the
forest
,
dictating
his
moods
,
directing
his
actions
,
lying
down
to
sleep
with
him
when
he
lay
down
,
and
dreaming
with
him
and
beyond
him
and
becoming
themselves
the
stuff
of
his
dreams
.
So
peremptorily
did
these
shades
beckon
him
,
that
each
day
mankind
and
the
claims
of
mankind
slipped
farther
from
him
.
Deep
in
the
forest
a
call
was
sounding
,
and
as
often
as
he
heard
this
call
,
mysteriously
thrilling
and
luring
,
he
felt
compelled
to
turn
his
back
upon
the
fire
and
the
beaten
earth
around
it
,
and
to
plunge
into
the
forest
,
and
on
and
on
,
he
knew
not
where
or
why
;
nor
did
he
wonder
where
or
why
,
the
call
sounding
imperiously
,
deep
in
the
forest
.
But
as
often
as
he
gained
the
soft
unbroken
earth
and
the
green
shade
,
the
love
for
John
Thornton
drew
him
back
to
the
fire
again
.
Thornton
alone
held
him
.
The
rest
of
mankind
was
as
nothing
.
Chance
travellers
might
praise
or
pet
him
;
but
he
was
cold
under
it
all
,
and
from
a
too
demonstrative
man
he
would
get
up
and
walk
away
.
