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Another
lesson
.
So
that
was
the
way
they
did
it
,
eh
?
Buck
confidently
selected
a
spot
,
and
with
much
fuss
and
waste
effort
proceeded
to
dig
a
hole
for
himself
.
In
a
trice
the
heat
from
his
body
filled
the
confined
space
and
he
was
asleep
.
The
day
had
been
long
and
arduous
,
and
he
slept
soundly
and
comfortably
,
though
he
growled
and
barked
and
wrestled
with
bad
dreams
.
Nor
did
he
open
his
eyes
till
roused
by
the
noises
of
the
waking
camp
.
At
first
he
did
not
know
where
he
was
.
It
had
snowed
during
the
night
and
he
was
completely
buried
.
The
snow
walls
pressed
him
on
every
side
,
and
a
great
surge
of
fear
swept
through
him
--
the
fear
of
the
wild
thing
for
the
trap
.
It
was
a
token
that
he
was
harking
back
through
his
own
life
to
the
lives
of
his
forebears
;
for
he
was
a
civilized
dog
,
an
unduly
civilized
dog
,
and
of
his
own
experience
knew
no
trap
and
so
could
not
of
himself
fear
it
.
The
muscles
of
his
whole
body
contracted
spasmodically
and
instinctively
,
the
hair
on
his
neck
and
shoulders
stood
on
end
,
and
with
a
ferocious
snarl
he
bounded
straight
up
into
the
blinding
day
,
the
snow
flying
about
him
in
a
flashing
cloud
.
Ere
he
landed
on
his
feet
,
he
saw
the
white
camp
spread
out
before
him
and
knew
where
he
was
and
remembered
all
that
had
passed
from
the
time
he
went
for
a
stroll
with
Manuel
to
the
hole
he
had
dug
for
himself
the
night
before
.
A
shout
from
Francois
hailed
his
appearance
.
"
Wot
I
say
?
"
the
dog-driver
cried
to
Perrault
.
"
Dat
Buck
for
sure
learn
queek
as
anyt
'
ing
.
"
Perrault
nodded
gravely
.
As
courier
for
the
Canadian
Government
,
bearing
important
despatches
,
he
was
anxious
to
secure
the
best
dogs
,
and
he
was
particularly
gladdened
by
the
possession
of
Buck
.
Three
more
huskies
were
added
to
the
team
inside
an
hour
,
making
a
total
of
nine
,
and
before
another
quarter
of
an
hour
had
passed
they
were
in
harness
and
swinging
up
the
trail
toward
the
Dyea
Canon
.
Buck
was
glad
to
be
gone
,
and
though
the
work
was
hard
he
found
he
did
not
particularly
despise
it
.
He
was
surprised
at
the
eagerness
which
animated
the
whole
team
and
which
was
communicated
to
him
;
but
still
more
surprising
was
the
change
wrought
in
Dave
and
Sol-leks
.
They
were
new
dogs
,
utterly
transformed
by
the
harness
.
All
passiveness
and
unconcern
had
dropped
from
them
.
They
were
alert
and
active
,
anxious
that
the
work
should
go
well
,
and
fiercely
irritable
with
whatever
,
by
delay
or
confusion
,
retarded
that
work
.
The
toil
of
the
traces
seemed
the
supreme
expression
of
their
being
,
and
all
that
they
lived
for
and
the
only
thing
in
which
they
took
delight
.
Dave
was
wheeler
or
sled
dog
,
pulling
in
front
of
him
was
Buck
,
then
came
Sol-leks
;
the
rest
of
the
team
was
strung
out
ahead
,
single
file
,
to
the
leader
,
which
position
was
filled
by
Spitz
.
Buck
had
been
purposely
placed
between
Dave
and
Sol-leks
so
that
he
might
receive
instruction
.
Apt
scholar
that
he
was
,
they
were
equally
apt
teachers
,
never
allowing
him
to
linger
long
in
error
,
and
enforcing
their
teaching
with
their
sharp
teeth
.
Dave
was
fair
and
very
wise
.
He
never
nipped
Buck
without
cause
,
and
he
never
failed
to
nip
him
when
he
stood
in
need
of
it
.
As
Francois
's
whip
backed
him
up
,
Buck
found
it
to
be
cheaper
to
mend
his
ways
than
to
retaliate
.
Once
,
during
a
brief
halt
,
when
he
got
tangled
in
the
traces
and
delayed
the
start
,
both
Dave
and
Solleks
flew
at
him
and
administered
a
sound
trouncing
.
The
resulting
tangle
was
even
worse
,
but
Buck
took
good
care
to
keep
the
traces
clear
thereafter
;
and
ere
the
day
was
done
,
so
well
had
he
mastered
his
work
,
his
mates
about
ceased
nagging
him
.
Francois
's
whip
snapped
less
frequently
,
and
Perrault
even
honored
Buck
by
lifting
up
his
feet
and
carefully
examining
them
.
It
was
a
hard
day
's
run
,
up
the
Canon
,
through
Sheep
Camp
,
past
the
Scales
and
the
timber
line
,
across
glaciers
and
snowdrifts
hundreds
of
feet
deep
,
and
over
the
great
Chilcoot
Divide
,
which
stands
between
the
salt
water
and
the
fresh
and
guards
forbiddingly
the
sad
and
lonely
North
.
They
made
good
time
down
the
chain
of
lakes
which
fills
the
craters
of
extinct
volcanoes
,
and
late
that
night
pulled
into
the
huge
camp
at
the
head
of
Lake
Bennett
,
where
thousands
of
goldseekers
were
building
boats
against
the
break-up
of
the
ice
in
the
spring
.
Buck
made
his
hole
in
the
snow
and
slept
the
sleep
of
the
exhausted
just
,
but
all
too
early
was
routed
out
in
the
cold
darkness
and
harnessed
with
his
mates
to
the
sled
.
That
day
they
made
forty
miles
,
the
trail
being
packed
;
but
the
next
day
,
and
for
many
days
to
follow
,
they
broke
their
own
trail
,
worked
harder
,
and
made
poorer
time
.
As
a
rule
,
Perrault
travelled
ahead
of
the
team
,
packing
the
snow
with
webbed
shoes
to
make
it
easier
for
them
.
Francois
,
guiding
the
sled
at
the
gee-pole
,
sometimes
exchanged
places
with
him
,
but
not
often
.
Perrault
was
in
a
hurry
,
and
he
prided
himself
on
his
knowledge
of
ice
,
which
knowledge
was
indispensable
,
for
the
fall
ice
was
very
thin
,
and
where
there
was
swift
water
,
there
was
no
ice
at
all
.
