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Day
after
day
,
for
days
unending
,
Buck
toiled
in
the
traces
.
Always
,
they
broke
camp
in
the
dark
,
and
the
first
gray
of
dawn
found
them
hitting
the
trail
with
fresh
miles
reeled
off
behind
them
.
And
always
they
pitched
camp
after
dark
,
eating
their
bit
of
fish
,
and
crawling
to
sleep
into
the
snow
.
Buck
was
ravenous
.
The
pound
and
a
half
of
sun-dried
salmon
,
which
was
his
ration
for
each
day
,
seemed
to
go
nowhere
.
He
never
had
enough
,
and
suffered
from
perpetual
hunger
pangs
.
Yet
the
other
dogs
,
because
they
weighed
less
and
were
born
to
the
life
,
received
a
pound
only
of
the
fish
and
managed
to
keep
in
good
condition
.
He
swiftly
lost
the
fastidiousness
which
had
characterized
his
old
life
.
A
dainty
eater
,
he
found
that
his
mates
,
finishing
first
,
robbed
him
of
his
unfinished
ration
.
There
was
no
defending
it
.
While
he
was
fighting
off
two
or
three
,
it
was
disappearing
down
the
throats
of
the
others
.
To
remedy
this
,
he
ate
as
fast
as
they
;
and
,
so
greatly
did
hunger
compel
him
,
he
was
not
above
taking
what
did
not
belong
to
him
.
He
watched
and
learned
.
When
he
saw
Pike
,
one
of
the
new
dogs
,
a
clever
malingerer
and
thief
,
slyly
steal
a
slice
of
bacon
when
Perrault
's
back
was
turned
,
he
duplicated
the
performance
the
following
day
,
getting
away
with
the
whole
chunk
.
A
great
uproar
was
raised
,
but
he
was
unsuspected
;
while
Dub
,
an
awkward
blunderer
who
was
always
getting
caught
,
was
punished
for
Buck
's
misdeed
.
This
first
theft
marked
Buck
as
fit
to
survive
in
the
hostile
Northland
environment
.
It
marked
his
adaptability
,
his
capacity
to
adjust
himself
to
changing
conditions
,
the
lack
of
which
would
have
meant
swift
and
terrible
death
.
It
marked
,
further
,
the
decay
or
going
to
pieces
of
his
moral
nature
,
a
vain
thing
and
a
handicap
in
the
ruthless
struggle
for
existence
.
It
was
all
well
enough
in
the
Southland
,
under
the
law
of
love
and
fellowship
,
to
respect
private
property
and
personal
feelings
;
but
in
the
Northland
,
under
the
law
of
club
and
fang
,
whoso
took
such
things
into
account
was
a
fool
,
and
in
so
far
as
he
observed
them
he
would
fail
to
prosper
.
Not
that
Buck
reasoned
it
out
.
He
was
fit
,
that
was
all
,
and
unconsciously
he
accommodated
himself
to
the
new
mode
of
life
.
All
his
days
,
no
matter
what
the
odds
,
he
had
never
run
from
a
fight
.
But
the
club
of
the
man
in
the
red
sweater
had
beaten
into
him
a
more
fundamental
and
primitive
code
.
Civilized
,
he
could
have
died
for
a
moral
consideration
,
say
the
defence
of
Judge
Miller
's
riding-whip
;
but
the
completeness
of
his
decivilization
was
now
evidenced
by
his
ability
to
flee
from
the
defence
of
a
moral
consideration
and
so
save
his
hide
.
He
did
not
steal
for
joy
of
it
,
but
because
of
the
clamor
of
his
stomach
.
He
did
not
rob
openly
,
but
stole
secretly
and
cunningly
,
out
of
respect
for
club
and
fang
.
In
short
,
the
things
he
did
were
done
because
it
was
easier
to
do
them
than
not
to
do
them
.
His
development
(
or
retrogression
)
was
rapid
.
His
muscles
became
hard
as
iron
,
and
he
grew
callous
to
all
ordinary
pain
.
He
achieved
an
internal
as
well
as
external
economy
.
He
could
eat
anything
,
no
matter
how
loathsome
or
indigestible
;
and
,
once
eaten
,
the
juices
of
his
stomach
extracted
the
last
least
particle
of
nutriment
;
and
his
blood
carried
it
to
the
farthest
reaches
of
his
body
,
building
it
into
the
toughest
and
stoutest
of
tissues
.
Sight
and
scent
became
remarkably
keen
,
while
his
hearing
developed
such
acuteness
that
in
his
sleep
he
heard
the
faintest
sound
and
knew
whether
it
heralded
peace
or
peril
.
He
learned
to
bite
the
ice
out
with
his
teeth
when
it
collected
between
his
toes
;
and
when
he
was
thirsty
and
there
was
a
thick
scum
of
ice
over
the
water
hole
,
he
would
break
it
by
rearing
and
striking
it
with
stiff
fore
legs
.
His
most
conspicuous
trait
was
an
ability
to
scent
the
wind
and
forecast
it
a
night
in
advance
.
No
matter
how
breathless
the
air
when
he
dug
his
nest
by
tree
or
bank
,
the
wind
that
later
blew
inevitably
found
him
to
leeward
,
sheltered
and
snug
.
And
not
only
did
he
learn
by
experience
,
but
instincts
long
dead
became
alive
again
.
The
domesticated
generations
fell
from
him
.
In
vague
ways
he
remembered
back
to
the
youth
of
the
breed
,
to
the
time
the
wild
dogs
ranged
in
packs
through
the
primeval
forest
and
killed
their
meat
as
they
ran
it
down
.
It
was
no
task
for
him
to
learn
to
fight
with
cut
and
slash
and
the
quick
wolf
snap
.
In
this
manner
had
fought
forgotten
ancestors
.
They
quickened
the
old
life
within
him
,
and
the
old
tricks
which
they
had
stamped
into
the
heredity
of
the
breed
were
his
tricks
.
They
came
to
him
without
effort
or
discovery
,
as
though
they
had
been
his
always
.
And
when
,
on
the
still
cold
nights
,
he
pointed
his
nose
at
a
star
and
howled
long
and
wolflike
,
it
was
his
ancestors
,
dead
and
dust
,
pointing
nose
at
star
and
howling
down
through
the
centuries
and
through
him
.
And
his
cadences
were
their
cadences
,
the
cadences
which
voiced
their
woe
and
what
to
them
was
the
meaning
of
the
stiffness
,
and
the
cold
,
and
dark
.
Thus
,
as
token
of
what
a
puppet
thing
life
is
,
the
ancient
song
surged
through
him
and
he
came
into
his
own
again
;
and
he
came
because
men
had
found
a
yellow
metal
in
the
North
,
and
because
Manuel
was
a
gardener
's
helper
whose
wages
did
not
lap
over
the
needs
of
his
wife
and
divers
small
copies
of
himself
.
