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White
Fang
trembled
with
fear
,
and
though
the
impulse
came
to
crawl
out
of
his
hiding-place
,
he
resisted
it
.
After
a
time
the
voices
died
away
,
and
some
time
after
that
he
crept
out
to
enjoy
the
success
of
his
undertaking
.
Darkness
was
coming
on
,
and
for
a
while
he
played
about
among
the
trees
,
pleasuring
in
his
freedom
.
Then
,
and
quite
suddenly
,
he
became
aware
of
loneliness
.
He
sat
down
to
consider
,
listening
to
the
silence
of
the
forest
and
perturbed
by
it
.
That
nothing
moved
nor
sounded
,
seemed
ominous
.
He
felt
the
lurking
of
danger
,
unseen
and
unguessed
.
He
was
suspicious
of
the
looming
bulks
of
the
trees
and
of
the
dark
shadows
that
might
conceal
all
manner
of
perilous
things
.
Then
it
was
cold
.
Here
was
no
warm
side
of
a
tepee
against
which
to
snuggle
.
The
frost
was
in
his
feet
,
and
he
kept
lifting
first
one
forefoot
and
then
the
other
.
He
curved
his
bushy
tail
around
to
cover
them
,
and
at
the
same
time
he
saw
a
vision
.
There
was
nothing
strange
about
it
.
Upon
his
inward
sight
was
impressed
a
succession
of
memory-pictures
.
He
saw
the
camp
again
,
the
tepees
,
and
the
blaze
of
the
fires
.
He
heard
the
shrill
voices
of
the
women
,
the
gruff
basses
of
the
men
,
and
the
snarling
of
the
dogs
.
He
was
hungry
,
and
he
remembered
pieces
of
meat
and
fish
that
had
been
thrown
him
.
Here
was
no
meat
,
nothing
but
a
threatening
and
inedible
silence
.
His
bondage
had
softened
him
.
Irresponsibility
had
weakened
him
.
He
had
forgotten
how
to
shift
for
himself
.
The
night
yawned
about
him
.
His
senses
,
accustomed
to
the
hum
and
bustle
of
the
camp
,
used
to
the
continuous
impact
of
sights
and
sounds
,
were
now
left
idle
.
There
was
nothing
to
do
,
nothing
to
see
nor
hear
.
They
strained
to
catch
some
interruption
of
the
silence
and
immobility
of
nature
.
They
were
appalled
by
inaction
and
by
the
feel
of
something
terrible
impending
.
He
gave
a
great
start
of
fright
.
A
colossal
and
formless
something
was
rushing
across
the
field
of
his
vision
.
It
was
a
tree-shadow
flung
by
the
moon
,
from
whose
face
the
clouds
had
been
brushed
away
.
Reassured
,
he
whimpered
softly
;
then
he
suppressed
the
whimper
for
fear
that
it
might
attract
the
attention
of
the
lurking
dangers
.
A
tree
,
contracting
in
the
cool
of
the
night
,
made
a
loud
noise
.
It
was
directly
above
him
.
He
yelped
in
his
fright
.
A
panic
seized
him
,
and
he
ran
madly
toward
the
village
.
He
knew
an
overpowering
desire
for
the
protection
and
companionship
of
man
.
In
his
nostrils
was
the
smell
of
the
camp-smoke
.
In
his
ears
the
camp-sounds
and
cries
were
ringing
loud
.
He
passed
out
of
the
forest
and
into
the
moonlit
open
where
were
no
shadows
nor
darknesses
.
But
no
village
greeted
his
eyes
.
He
had
forgotten
.
The
village
had
gone
away
.
His
wild
flight
ceased
abruptly
.
There
was
no
place
to
which
to
flee
.
He
slunk
forlornly
through
the
deserted
camp
,
smelling
the
rubbish-heaps
and
the
discarded
rags
and
tags
of
the
gods
.
He
would
have
been
glad
for
the
rattle
of
stones
about
him
,
flung
by
an
angry
squaw
,
glad
for
the
hand
of
Grey
Beaver
descending
upon
him
in
wrath
;
while
he
would
have
welcomed
with
delight
Lip-lip
and
the
whole
snarling
,
cowardly
pack
.
He
came
to
where
Grey
Beaver
's
tepee
had
stood
.
In
the
centre
of
the
space
it
had
occupied
,
he
sat
down
.
He
pointed
his
nose
at
the
moon
.
His
throat
was
afflicted
by
rigid
spasms
,
his
mouth
opened
,
and
in
a
heart
~
broken
cry
bubbled
up
his
loneliness
and
fear
,
his
grief
for
Kiche
,
all
his
past
sorrows
and
miseries
as
well
as
his
apprehension
of
sufferings
and
dangers
to
come
.
It
was
the
long
wolf-howl
,
full-throated
and
mournful
,
the
first
howl
he
had
ever
uttered
.
The
coming
of
daylight
dispelled
his
fears
but
increased
his
loneliness
.
The
naked
earth
,
which
so
shortly
before
had
been
so
populous
;
thrust
his
loneliness
more
forcibly
upon
him
.
It
did
not
take
him
long
to
make
up
his
mind
.
He
plunged
into
the
forest
and
followed
the
river
bank
down
the
stream
.
All
day
he
ran
.
He
did
not
rest
.
He
seemed
made
to
run
on
for
ever
.
His
iron-like
body
ignored
fatigue
.
And
even
after
fatigue
came
,
his
heritage
of
endurance
braced
him
to
endless
endeavour
and
enabled
him
to
drive
his
complaining
body
onward
.
Where
the
river
swung
in
against
precipitous
bluffs
,
he
climbed
the
high
mountains
behind
.
Rivers
and
streams
that
entered
the
main
river
he
forded
or
swam
.
Often
he
took
to
the
rim-ice
that
was
beginning
to
form
,
and
more
than
once
he
crashed
through
and
struggled
for
life
in
the
icy
current
.
Always
he
was
on
the
lookout
for
the
trail
of
the
gods
where
it
might
leave
the
river
and
proceed
inland
.
