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And
so
it
was
with
White
Fang
.
The
man-animals
were
gods
unmistakable
and
unescapable
.
As
his
mother
,
Kiche
,
had
rendered
her
allegiance
to
them
at
the
first
cry
of
her
name
,
so
he
was
beginning
to
render
his
allegiance
.
He
gave
them
the
trail
as
a
privilege
indubitably
theirs
.
When
they
walked
,
he
got
out
of
their
way
.
When
they
called
,
he
came
.
When
they
threatened
,
he
cowered
down
.
When
they
commanded
him
to
go
,
he
went
away
hurriedly
.
For
behind
any
wish
of
theirs
was
power
to
enforce
that
wish
,
power
that
hurt
,
power
that
expressed
itself
in
clouts
and
clubs
,
in
flying
stones
and
stinging
lashes
of
whips
.
He
belonged
to
them
as
all
dogs
belonged
to
them
.
His
actions
were
theirs
to
command
.
His
body
was
theirs
to
maul
,
to
stamp
upon
,
to
tolerate
.
Such
was
the
lesson
that
was
quickly
borne
in
upon
him
.
It
came
hard
,
going
as
it
did
,
counter
to
much
that
was
strong
and
dominant
in
his
own
nature
;
and
,
while
he
disliked
it
in
the
learning
of
it
,
unknown
to
himself
he
was
learning
to
like
it
.
It
was
a
placing
of
his
destiny
in
another
's
hands
,
a
shifting
of
the
responsibilities
of
existence
.
This
in
itself
was
compensation
,
for
it
is
always
easier
to
lean
upon
another
than
to
stand
alone
.
But
it
did
not
all
happen
in
a
day
,
this
giving
over
of
himself
,
body
and
soul
,
to
the
man-animals
.
He
could
not
immediately
forego
his
wild
heritage
and
his
memories
of
the
Wild
.
There
were
days
when
he
crept
to
the
edge
of
the
forest
and
stood
and
listened
to
something
calling
him
far
and
away
.
And
always
he
returned
,
restless
and
uncomfortable
,
to
whimper
softly
and
wistfully
at
Kiche
's
side
and
to
lick
her
face
with
eager
,
questioning
tongue
.
White
Fang
learned
rapidly
the
ways
of
the
camp
.
He
knew
the
injustice
and
greediness
of
the
older
dogs
when
meat
or
fish
was
thrown
out
to
be
eaten
.
He
came
to
know
that
men
were
more
just
,
children
more
cruel
,
and
women
more
kindly
and
more
likely
to
toss
him
a
bit
of
meat
or
bone
.
And
after
two
or
three
painful
adventures
with
the
mothers
of
part-grown
puppies
,
he
came
into
the
knowledge
that
it
was
always
good
policy
to
let
such
mothers
alone
,
to
keep
away
from
them
as
far
as
possible
,
and
to
avoid
them
when
he
saw
them
coming
.
But
the
bane
of
his
life
was
Lip-lip
.
Larger
,
older
,
and
stronger
,
Lip-lip
had
selected
White
Fang
for
his
special
object
of
persecution
.
While
Fang
fought
willingly
enough
,
but
he
was
outclassed
.
His
enemy
was
too
big
.
Lip-lip
became
a
nightmare
to
him
.
Whenever
he
ventured
away
from
his
mother
,
the
bully
was
sure
to
appear
,
trailing
at
his
heels
,
snarling
at
him
,
picking
upon
him
,
and
watchful
of
an
opportunity
,
when
no
man-animal
was
near
,
to
spring
upon
him
and
force
a
fight
.
As
Lip-lip
invariably
won
,
he
enjoyed
it
hugely
.
It
became
his
chief
delight
in
life
,
as
it
became
White
Fang
's
chief
torment
.
But
the
effect
upon
White
Fang
was
not
to
cow
him
.
Though
he
suffered
most
of
the
damage
and
was
always
defeated
,
his
spirit
remained
unsubdued
.
Yet
a
bad
effect
was
produced
.
He
became
malignant
and
morose
.
His
temper
had
been
savage
by
birth
,
but
it
became
more
savage
under
this
unending
persecution
.
The
genial
,
playful
,
puppyish
side
of
him
found
little
expression
.
He
never
played
and
gambolled
about
with
the
other
puppies
of
the
camp
.
Lip-lip
would
not
permit
it
.
The
moment
White
Fang
appeared
near
them
,
Lip-lip
was
upon
him
,
bullying
and
hectoring
him
,
or
fighting
with
him
until
he
had
driven
him
away
.
The
effect
of
all
this
was
to
rob
White
Fang
of
much
of
his
puppyhood
and
to
make
him
in
his
comportment
older
than
his
age
.
Denied
the
outlet
,
through
play
,
of
his
energies
,
he
recoiled
upon
himself
and
developed
his
mental
processes
.
He
became
cunning
;
he
had
idle
time
in
which
to
devote
himself
to
thoughts
of
trickery
.
Prevented
from
obtaining
his
share
of
meat
and
fish
when
a
general
feed
was
given
to
the
camp-dogs
,
he
became
a
clever
thief
.
He
had
to
forage
for
himself
,
and
he
foraged
well
,
though
he
was
oft-times
a
plague
to
the
squaws
in
consequence
.
He
learned
to
sneak
about
camp
,
to
be
crafty
,
to
know
what
was
going
on
everywhere
,
to
see
and
to
hear
everything
and
to
reason
accordingly
,
and
successfully
to
devise
ways
and
means
of
avoiding
his
implacable
persecutor
.
It
was
early
in
the
days
of
his
persecution
that
he
played
his
first
really
big
crafty
game
and
got
there
from
his
first
taste
of
revenge
.
As
Kiche
,
when
with
the
wolves
,
had
lured
out
to
destruction
dogs
from
the
camps
of
men
,
so
White
Fang
,
in
manner
somewhat
similar
,
lured
Lip-lip
into
Kiche
's
avenging
jaws
.
Retreating
before
Lip-lip
,
White
Fang
made
an
indirect
flight
that
led
in
and
out
and
around
the
various
tepees
of
the
camp
.
He
was
a
good
runner
,
swifter
than
any
puppy
of
his
size
,
and
swifter
than
Lip-lip
.
But
he
did
not
run
his
best
in
this
chase
.
He
barely
held
his
own
,
one
leap
ahead
of
his
pursuer
.
