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The
Yeehats
were
dancing
about
the
wreckage
of
the
spruce-bough
lodge
when
they
heard
a
fearful
roaring
and
saw
rushing
upon
them
an
animal
the
like
of
which
they
had
never
seen
before
.
It
was
Buck
,
a
live
hurricane
of
fury
,
hurling
himself
upon
them
in
a
frenzy
to
destroy
.
He
sprang
at
the
foremost
man
(
it
was
the
chief
of
the
Yeehats
)
,
ripping
the
throat
wide
open
till
the
rent
jugular
spouted
a
fountain
of
blood
.
He
did
not
pause
to
worry
the
victim
,
but
ripped
in
passing
,
with
the
next
bound
tearing
wide
the
throat
of
a
second
man
.
There
was
no
withstanding
him
.
He
plunged
about
in
their
very
midst
,
tearing
,
rending
,
destroying
,
in
constant
and
terrific
motion
which
defied
the
arrows
they
discharged
at
him
.
In
fact
,
so
inconceivably
rapid
were
his
movements
,
and
so
closely
were
the
Indians
tangled
together
,
that
they
shot
one
another
with
the
arrows
;
and
one
young
hunter
,
hurling
a
spear
at
Buck
in
mid
air
,
drove
it
through
the
chest
of
another
hunter
with
such
force
that
the
point
broke
through
the
skin
of
the
back
and
stood
out
beyond
.
Then
a
panic
seized
the
Yeehats
,
and
they
fled
in
terror
to
the
woods
,
proclaiming
as
they
fled
the
advent
of
the
Evil
Spirit
.
And
truly
Buck
was
the
Fiend
incarnate
,
raging
at
their
heels
and
dragging
them
down
like
deer
as
they
raced
through
the
trees
.
It
was
a
fateful
day
for
the
Yeehats
.
They
scattered
far
and
wide
over
the
country
,
and
it
was
not
till
a
week
later
that
the
last
of
the
survivors
gathered
together
in
a
lower
valley
and
counted
their
losses
.
As
for
Buck
,
wearying
of
the
pursuit
,
he
returned
to
the
desolated
camp
.
He
found
Pete
where
he
had
been
killed
in
his
blankets
in
the
first
moment
of
surprise
.
Thornton
's
desperate
struggle
was
fresh-written
on
the
earth
,
and
Buck
scented
every
detail
of
it
down
to
the
edge
of
a
deep
pool
.
By
the
edge
,
head
and
fore
feet
in
the
water
,
lay
Skeet
,
faithful
to
the
last
.
The
pool
itself
,
muddy
and
discolored
from
the
sluice
boxes
,
effectually
hid
what
it
contained
,
and
it
contained
John
Thornton
;
for
Buck
followed
his
trace
into
the
water
,
from
which
no
trace
led
away
.
All
day
Buck
brooded
by
the
pool
or
roamed
restlessly
about
the
camp
.
Death
,
as
a
cessation
of
movement
,
as
a
passing
out
and
away
from
the
lives
of
the
living
,
he
knew
,
and
he
knew
John
Thornton
was
dead
.
It
left
a
great
void
in
him
,
somewhat
akin
to
hunger
,
but
a
void
which
ached
and
ached
,
and
which
food
could
not
fill
.
At
times
,
when
he
paused
to
contemplate
the
carcasses
of
the
Yeehats
,
he
forgot
the
pain
of
it
;
and
at
such
times
he
was
aware
of
a
great
pride
in
himself
--
a
pride
greater
than
any
he
had
yet
experienced
.
He
had
killed
man
,
the
noblest
game
of
all
,
and
he
had
killed
in
the
face
of
the
law
of
club
and
fang
.
He
sniffed
the
bodies
curiously
.
They
had
died
so
easily
.
It
was
harder
to
kill
a
husky
dog
than
them
.
They
were
no
match
at
all
,
were
it
not
for
their
arrows
and
spears
and
clubs
.
Thenceforward
he
would
be
unafraid
of
them
except
when
they
bore
in
their
hands
their
arrows
,
spears
,
and
clubs
.
Night
came
on
,
and
a
full
moon
rose
high
over
the
trees
into
the
sky
,
lighting
the
land
till
it
lay
bathed
in
ghostly
day
.
And
with
the
coming
of
the
night
,
brooding
and
mourning
by
the
pool
,
Buck
became
alive
to
a
stirring
of
the
new
life
in
the
forest
other
than
that
which
the
Yeehats
had
made
.
He
stood
up
,
listening
and
scenting
.
From
far
away
drifted
a
faint
,
sharp
yelp
,
followed
by
a
chorus
of
similar
sharp
yelps
.
As
the
moments
passed
the
yelps
grew
closer
and
louder
.
Again
Buck
knew
them
as
things
heard
in
that
other
world
which
persisted
in
his
memory
.
He
walked
to
the
centre
of
the
open
space
and
listened
.
It
was
the
call
,
the
many-noted
call
,
sounding
more
luringly
and
compellingly
than
ever
before
.
And
as
never
before
,
he
was
ready
to
obey
.
John
Thornton
was
dead
.
The
last
tie
was
broken
.
Man
and
the
claims
of
man
no
longer
bound
him
.
Hunting
their
living
meat
,
as
the
Yeehats
were
hunting
it
,
on
the
flanks
of
the
migrating
moose
,
the
wolf
pack
had
at
last
crossed
over
from
the
land
of
streams
and
timber
and
invaded
Buck
's
valley
.
Into
the
clearing
where
the
moonlight
streamed
,
they
poured
in
a
silvery
flood
;
and
in
the
centre
of
the
clearing
stood
Buck
,
motionless
as
a
statue
,
waiting
their
coming
.
They
were
awed
,
so
still
and
large
he
stood
,
and
a
moment
's
pause
fell
,
till
the
boldest
one
leaped
straight
for
him
.
Like
a
flash
Buck
struck
,
breaking
the
neck
.
Then
he
stood
,
without
movement
,
as
before
,
the
stricken
wolf
rolling
in
agony
behind
him
.
Three
others
tried
it
in
sharp
succession
;
and
one
after
the
other
they
drew
back
,
streaming
blood
from
slashed
throats
or
shoulders
.
This
was
sufficient
to
fling
the
whole
pack
forward
,
pell-mell
,
crowded
together
,
blocked
and
confused
by
its
eagerness
to
pull
down
the
prey
.
Buck
's
marvellous
quickness
and
agility
stood
him
in
good
stead
.
Pivoting
on
his
hind
legs
,
and
snapping
and
gashing
,
he
was
everywhere
at
once
,
presenting
a
front
which
was
apparently
unbroken
so
swiftly
did
he
whirl
and
guard
from
side
to
side
.
But
to
prevent
them
from
getting
behind
him
,
he
was
forced
back
,
down
past
the
pool
and
into
the
creek
bed
,
till
he
brought
up
against
a
high
gravel
bank
.
He
worked
along
to
a
right
angle
in
the
bank
which
the
men
had
made
in
the
course
of
mining
,
and
in
this
angle
he
came
to
bay
,
protected
on
three
sides
and
with
nothing
to
do
but
face
the
front
.
And
so
well
did
he
face
it
,
that
at
the
end
of
half
an
hour
the
wolves
drew
back
discomfited
.
The
tongues
of
all
were
out
and
lolling
,
the
white
fangs
showing
cruelly
white
in
the
moonlight
.
Some
were
lying
down
with
heads
raised
and
ears
pricked
forward
;
others
stood
on
their
feet
,
watching
him
;
and
still
others
were
lapping
water
from
the
pool
.
One
wolf
,
long
and
lean
and
gray
,
advanced
cautiously
,
in
a
friendly
manner
,
and
Buck
recognized
the
wild
brother
with
whom
he
had
run
for
a
night
and
a
day
.
He
was
whining
softly
,
and
,
as
Buck
whined
,
they
touched
noses
.
