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All
this
was
the
manifestation
of
power
.
Through
it
all
,
behind
it
all
,
was
man
,
governing
and
controlling
,
expressing
himself
,
as
of
old
,
by
his
mastery
over
matter
.
It
was
colossal
,
stunning
.
White
Fang
was
awed
.
Fear
sat
upon
him
.
As
in
his
cubhood
he
had
been
made
to
feel
his
smallness
and
puniness
on
the
day
he
first
came
in
from
the
Wild
to
the
village
of
Grey
Beaver
,
so
now
,
in
his
full-grown
stature
and
pride
of
strength
,
he
was
made
to
feel
small
and
puny
.
And
there
were
so
many
gods
!
He
was
made
dizzy
by
the
swarming
of
them
.
The
thunder
of
the
streets
smote
upon
his
ears
.
He
was
bewildered
by
the
tremendous
and
endless
rush
and
movement
of
things
.
As
never
before
,
he
felt
his
dependence
on
the
love-master
,
close
at
whose
heels
he
followed
,
no
matter
what
happened
never
losing
sight
of
him
.
But
White
Fang
was
to
have
no
more
than
a
nightmare
vision
of
the
city
--
an
experience
that
was
like
a
bad
dream
,
unreal
and
terrible
,
that
haunted
him
for
long
after
in
his
dreams
.
He
was
put
into
a
baggage-car
by
the
master
,
chained
in
a
corner
in
the
midst
of
heaped
trunks
and
valises
.
Here
a
squat
and
brawny
god
held
sway
,
with
much
noise
,
hurling
trunks
and
boxes
about
,
dragging
them
in
through
the
door
and
tossing
them
into
the
piles
,
or
flinging
them
out
of
the
door
,
smashing
and
crashing
,
to
other
gods
who
awaited
them
.
And
here
,
in
this
inferno
of
luggage
,
was
White
Fang
deserted
by
the
master
.
Or
at
least
White
Fang
thought
he
was
deserted
,
until
he
smelled
out
the
master
's
canvas
clothes-bags
alongside
of
him
,
and
proceeded
to
mount
guard
over
them
.
"
'
Bout
time
you
come
,
"
growled
the
god
of
the
car
,
an
hour
later
,
when
Weedon
Scott
appeared
at
the
door
.
"
That
dog
of
yourn
wo
n't
let
me
lay
a
finger
on
your
stuff
.
"
White
Fang
emerged
from
the
car
.
He
was
astonished
.
The
nightmare
city
was
gone
.
The
car
had
been
to
him
no
more
than
a
room
in
a
house
,
and
when
he
had
entered
it
the
city
had
been
all
around
him
.
In
the
interval
the
city
had
disappeared
.
The
roar
of
it
no
longer
dinned
upon
his
ears
.
Before
him
was
smiling
country
,
streaming
with
sunshine
,
lazy
with
quietude
.
But
he
had
little
time
to
marvel
at
the
transformation
.
He
accepted
it
as
he
accepted
all
the
unaccountable
doings
and
manifestations
of
the
gods
.
It
was
their
way
.
There
was
a
carriage
waiting
.
A
man
and
a
woman
approached
the
master
.
The
woman
's
arms
went
out
and
clutched
the
master
around
the
neck
--
a
hostile
act
!
The
next
moment
Weedon
Scott
had
torn
loose
from
the
embrace
and
closed
with
White
Fang
,
who
had
become
a
snarling
,
raging
demon
.
"
It
's
all
right
,
mother
,
"
Scott
was
saying
as
he
kept
tight
hold
of
White
Fang
and
placated
him
.
"
He
thought
you
were
going
to
injure
me
,
and
he
would
n't
stand
for
it
.
It
's
all
right
.
It
's
all
right
.
He
'll
learn
soon
enough
.
"
"
And
in
the
meantime
I
may
be
permitted
to
love
my
son
when
his
dog
is
not
around
,
"
she
laughed
,
though
she
was
pale
and
weak
from
the
fright
.
She
looked
at
White
Fang
,
who
snarled
and
bristled
and
glared
malevolently
.
"
He
'll
have
to
learn
,
and
he
shall
,
without
postponement
,
"
Scott
said
.
