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In
the
Northland
,
the
only
domesticated
animal
was
the
dog
.
All
other
animals
lived
in
the
Wild
,
and
were
,
when
not
too
formidable
,
lawful
spoil
for
any
dog
.
All
his
days
White
Fang
had
foraged
among
the
live
things
for
food
.
It
did
not
enter
his
head
that
in
the
Southland
it
was
otherwise
.
But
this
he
was
to
learn
early
in
his
residence
in
Santa
Clara
Valley
.
Sauntering
around
the
corner
of
the
house
in
the
early
morning
,
he
came
upon
a
chicken
that
had
escaped
from
the
chicken-yard
.
White
Fang
's
natural
impulse
was
to
eat
it
.
A
couple
of
bounds
,
a
flash
of
teeth
and
a
frightened
squawk
,
and
he
had
scooped
in
the
adventurous
fowl
.
It
was
farm-bred
and
fat
and
tender
;
and
White
Fang
licked
his
chops
and
decided
that
such
fare
was
good
.
Later
in
the
day
,
he
chanced
upon
another
stray
chicken
near
the
stables
.
One
of
the
grooms
ran
to
the
rescue
.
He
did
not
know
White
Fang
's
breed
,
so
for
weapon
he
took
a
light
buggy-whip
.
At
the
first
cut
of
the
whip
,
White
Fang
left
the
chicken
for
the
man
.
A
club
might
have
stopped
White
Fang
,
but
not
a
whip
.
Silently
,
without
flinching
,
he
took
a
second
cut
in
his
forward
rush
,
and
as
he
leaped
for
the
throat
the
groom
cried
out
,
"
My
God
!
"
and
staggered
backward
.
He
dropped
the
whip
and
shielded
his
throat
with
his
arms
.
In
consequence
,
his
forearm
was
ripped
open
to
the
bone
.
The
man
was
badly
frightened
.
It
was
not
so
much
White
Fang
's
ferocity
as
it
was
his
silence
that
unnerved
the
groom
.
Still
protecting
his
throat
and
face
with
his
torn
and
bleeding
arm
,
he
tried
to
retreat
to
the
barn
.
And
it
would
have
gone
hard
with
him
had
not
Collie
appeared
on
the
scene
.
As
she
had
saved
Dick
's
life
,
she
now
saved
the
groom
's
.
She
rushed
upon
White
Fang
in
frenzied
wrath
.
She
had
been
right
.
She
had
known
better
than
the
blundering
gods
.
All
her
suspicions
were
justified
.
Here
was
the
ancient
marauder
up
to
his
old
tricks
again
.
The
groom
escaped
into
the
stables
,
and
White
Fang
backed
away
before
Collie
's
wicked
teeth
,
or
presented
his
shoulder
to
them
and
circled
round
and
round
.
But
Collie
did
not
give
over
,
as
was
her
wont
,
after
a
decent
interval
of
chastisement
.
On
the
contrary
,
she
grew
more
excited
and
angry
every
moment
,
until
,
in
the
end
,
White
Fang
flung
dignity
to
the
winds
and
frankly
fled
away
from
her
across
the
fields
.
"
He
'll
learn
to
leave
chickens
alone
,
"
the
master
said
.
"
But
I
ca
n't
give
him
the
lesson
until
I
catch
him
in
the
act
.
"
Two
nights
later
came
the
act
,
but
on
a
more
generous
scale
than
the
master
had
anticipated
.
White
Fang
had
observed
closely
the
chicken-yards
and
the
habits
of
the
chickens
.
In
the
night-time
,
after
they
had
gone
to
roost
,
he
climbed
to
the
top
of
a
pile
of
newly
hauled
lumber
.
From
there
he
gained
the
roof
of
a
chicken-house
,
passed
over
the
ridgepole
and
dropped
to
the
ground
inside
.
A
moment
later
he
was
inside
the
house
,
and
the
slaughter
began
.
In
the
morning
,
when
the
master
came
out
on
to
the
porch
,
fifty
white
Leghorn
hens
,
laid
out
in
a
row
by
the
groom
,
greeted
his
eyes
.
He
whistled
to
himself
,
softly
,
first
with
surprise
,
and
then
,
at
the
end
,
with
admiration
.
His
eyes
were
likewise
greeted
by
White
Fang
,
but
about
the
latter
there
were
no
signs
of
shame
nor
guilt
.
He
carried
himself
with
pride
,
as
though
,
forsooth
,
he
had
achieved
a
deed
praiseworthy
and
meritorious
.
There
was
about
him
no
consciousness
of
sin
.
The
master
's
lips
tightened
as
he
faced
the
disagreeable
task
.
Then
he
talked
harshly
to
the
unwitting
culprit
,
and
in
his
voice
there
was
nothing
but
godlike
wrath
.
Also
,
he
held
White
Fang
's
nose
down
to
the
slain
hens
,
and
at
the
same
time
cuffed
him
soundly
.
White
Fang
never
raided
a
chicken-roost
again
.
It
was
against
the
law
,
and
he
had
learned
it
.
Then
the
master
took
him
into
the
chicken-yards
.
White
Fang
's
natural
impulse
,
when
he
saw
the
live
food
fluttering
about
him
and
under
his
very
nose
,
was
to
spring
upon
it
.
He
obeyed
the
impulse
,
but
was
checked
by
the
master
's
voice
.
They
continued
in
the
yards
for
half
an
hour
.
Time
and
again
the
impulse
surged
over
White
Fang
,
and
each
time
,
as
he
yielded
to
it
,
he
was
checked
by
the
master
's
voice
.
Thus
it
was
he
learned
the
law
,
and
ere
he
left
the
domain
of
the
chickens
,
he
had
learned
to
ignore
their
existence
.
"
You
can
never
cure
a
chicken-killer
.
"
Judge
Scott
shook
his
head
sadly
at
luncheon
table
,
when
his
son
narrated
the
lesson
he
had
given
White
Fang
.
"
Once
they
've
got
the
habit
and
the
taste
of
blood
...
"
Again
he
shook
his
head
sadly
.
