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He
missed
the
snow
without
being
aware
of
it
.
"
An
unduly
long
summer
,
"
would
have
been
his
thought
had
he
thought
about
it
;
as
it
was
,
he
merely
missed
the
snow
in
a
vague
,
subconscious
way
.
In
the
same
fashion
,
especially
in
the
heat
of
summer
when
he
suffered
from
the
sun
,
he
experienced
faint
longings
for
the
Northland
.
Their
only
effect
upon
him
,
however
,
was
to
make
him
uneasy
and
restless
without
his
knowing
what
was
the
matter
.
White
Fang
had
never
been
very
demonstrative
.
Beyond
his
snuggling
and
the
throwing
of
a
crooning
note
into
his
love-growl
,
he
had
no
way
of
expressing
his
love
.
Yet
it
was
given
him
to
discover
a
third
way
.
He
had
always
been
susceptible
to
the
laughter
of
the
gods
.
Laughter
had
affected
him
with
madness
,
made
him
frantic
with
rage
.
But
he
did
not
have
it
in
him
to
be
angry
with
the
love-master
,
and
when
that
god
elected
to
laugh
at
him
in
a
good-natured
,
bantering
way
,
he
was
nonplussed
.
He
could
feel
the
pricking
and
stinging
of
the
old
anger
as
it
strove
to
rise
up
in
him
,
but
it
strove
against
love
.
He
could
not
be
angry
;
yet
he
had
to
do
something
.
At
first
he
was
dignified
,
and
the
master
laughed
the
harder
.
Then
he
tried
to
be
more
dignified
,
and
the
master
laughed
harder
than
before
.
In
the
end
,
the
master
laughed
him
out
of
his
dignity
.
His
jaws
slightly
parted
,
his
lips
lifted
a
little
,
and
a
quizzical
expression
that
was
more
love
than
humour
came
into
his
eyes
.
He
had
learned
to
laugh
.
Likewise
he
learned
to
romp
with
the
master
,
to
be
tumbled
down
and
rolled
over
,
and
be
the
victim
of
innumerable
rough
tricks
.
In
return
he
feigned
anger
,
bristling
and
growling
ferociously
,
and
clipping
his
teeth
together
in
snaps
that
had
all
the
seeming
of
deadly
intention
.
But
he
never
forgot
himself
.
Those
snaps
were
always
delivered
on
the
empty
air
.
At
the
end
of
such
a
romp
,
when
blow
and
cuff
and
snap
and
snarl
were
last
and
furious
,
they
would
break
off
suddenly
and
stand
several
feet
apart
,
glaring
at
each
other
.
And
then
,
just
as
suddenly
,
like
the
sun
rising
on
a
stormy
sea
,
they
would
begin
to
laugh
.
This
would
always
culminate
with
the
master
's
arms
going
around
White
Fang
's
neck
and
shoulders
while
the
latter
crooned
and
growled
his
love-song
.
But
nobody
else
ever
romped
with
White
Fang
.
He
did
not
permit
it
.
He
stood
on
his
dignity
,
and
when
they
attempted
it
,
his
warning
snarl
and
bristling
mane
were
anything
but
playful
.
That
he
allowed
the
master
these
liberties
was
no
reason
that
he
should
be
a
common
dog
,
loving
here
and
loving
there
,
everybody
's
property
for
a
romp
and
good
time
.
He
loved
with
single
heart
and
refused
to
cheapen
himself
or
his
love
.
The
master
went
out
on
horseback
a
great
deal
,
and
to
accompany
him
was
one
of
White
Fang
's
chief
duties
in
life
.
In
the
Northland
he
had
evidenced
his
fealty
by
toiling
in
the
harness
;
but
there
were
no
sleds
in
the
Southland
,
nor
did
dogs
pack
burdens
on
their
backs
.
So
he
rendered
fealty
in
the
new
way
,
by
running
with
the
master
's
horse
.
The
longest
day
never
played
White
Fang
out
.
His
was
the
gait
of
the
wolf
,
smooth
,
tireless
and
effortless
,
and
at
the
end
of
fifty
miles
he
would
come
in
jauntily
ahead
of
the
horse
.
It
was
in
connection
with
the
riding
,
that
White
Fang
achieved
one
other
mode
of
expression
--
remarkable
in
that
he
did
it
but
twice
in
all
his
life
.
The
first
time
occurred
when
the
master
was
trying
to
teach
a
spirited
thoroughbred
the
method
of
opening
and
closing
gates
without
the
rider
's
dismounting
.
Time
and
again
and
many
times
he
ranged
the
horse
up
to
the
gate
in
the
effort
to
close
it
and
each
time
the
horse
became
frightened
and
backed
and
plunged
away
.
It
grew
more
nervous
and
excited
every
moment
.
When
it
reared
,
the
master
put
the
spurs
to
it
and
made
it
drop
its
fore-legs
back
to
earth
,
whereupon
it
would
begin
kicking
with
its
hind-legs
.
White
Fang
watched
the
performance
with
increasing
anxiety
until
he
could
contain
himself
no
longer
,
when
he
sprang
in
front
of
the
horse
and
barked
savagely
and
warningly
.
Though
he
often
tried
to
bark
thereafter
,
and
the
master
encouraged
him
,
he
succeeded
only
once
,
and
then
it
was
not
in
the
master
's
presence
.
A
scamper
across
the
pasture
,
a
jackrabbit
rising
suddenly
under
the
horse
's
feet
,
a
violent
sheer
,
a
stumble
,
a
fall
to
earth
,
and
a
broken
leg
for
the
master
,
was
the
cause
of
it
.
White
Fang
sprang
in
a
rage
at
the
throat
of
the
offending
horse
,
but
was
checked
by
the
master
's
voice
.
"
Home
!
Go
home
!
"
the
master
commanded
when
he
had
ascertained
his
injury
.
