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White
Fang
was
intelligent
beyond
the
average
of
his
kind
;
yet
his
mental
vision
was
not
wide
enough
to
embrace
the
other
bank
of
the
Mackenzie
.
What
if
the
trail
of
the
gods
led
out
on
that
side
?
It
never
entered
his
head
.
Later
on
,
when
he
had
travelled
more
and
grown
older
and
wiser
and
come
to
know
more
of
trails
and
rivers
,
it
might
be
that
he
could
grasp
and
apprehend
such
a
possibility
.
But
that
mental
power
was
yet
in
the
future
.
Just
now
he
ran
blindly
,
his
own
bank
of
the
Mackenzie
alone
entering
into
his
calculations
.
All
night
he
ran
,
blundering
in
the
darkness
into
mishaps
and
obstacles
that
delayed
but
did
not
daunt
.
By
the
middle
of
the
second
day
he
had
been
running
continuously
for
thirty
hours
,
and
the
iron
of
his
flesh
was
giving
out
.
It
was
the
endurance
of
his
mind
that
kept
him
going
.
He
had
not
eaten
in
forty
hours
,
and
he
was
weak
with
hunger
.
The
repeated
drenchings
in
the
icy
water
had
likewise
had
their
effect
on
him
.
His
handsome
coat
was
draggled
.
The
broad
pads
of
his
feet
were
bruised
and
bleeding
.
He
had
begun
to
limp
,
and
this
limp
increased
with
the
hours
.
To
make
it
worse
,
the
light
of
the
sky
was
obscured
and
snow
began
to
fall
--
a
raw
,
moist
,
melting
,
clinging
snow
,
slippery
under
foot
,
that
hid
from
him
the
landscape
he
traversed
,
and
that
covered
over
the
inequalities
of
the
ground
so
that
the
way
of
his
feet
was
more
difficult
and
painful
.
Grey
Beaver
had
intended
camping
that
night
on
the
far
bank
of
the
Mackenzie
,
for
it
was
in
that
direction
that
the
hunting
lay
.
But
on
the
near
bank
,
shortly
before
dark
,
a
moose
coming
down
to
drink
,
had
been
espied
by
Kloo-kooch
,
who
was
Grey
Beaver
's
squaw
.
Now
,
had
not
the
moose
come
down
to
drink
,
had
not
Mit-sah
been
steering
out
of
the
course
because
of
the
snow
,
had
not
Kloo-kooch
sighted
the
moose
,
and
had
not
Grey
Beaver
killed
it
with
a
lucky
shot
from
his
rifle
,
all
subsequent
things
would
have
happened
differently
.
Grey
Beaver
would
not
have
camped
on
the
near
side
of
the
Mackenzie
,
and
White
Fang
would
have
passed
by
and
gone
on
,
either
to
die
or
to
find
his
way
to
his
wild
brothers
and
become
one
of
them
--
a
wolf
to
the
end
of
his
days
.
Night
had
fallen
.
The
snow
was
flying
more
thickly
,
and
White
Fang
,
whimpering
softly
to
himself
as
he
stumbled
and
limped
along
,
came
upon
a
fresh
trail
in
the
snow
.
So
fresh
was
it
that
he
knew
it
immediately
for
what
it
was
.
Whining
with
eagerness
,
he
followed
back
from
the
river
bank
and
in
among
the
trees
.
The
camp-sounds
came
to
his
ears
.
He
saw
the
blaze
of
the
fire
,
Kloo-kooch
cooking
,
and
Grey
Beaver
squatting
on
his
hams
and
mumbling
a
chunk
of
raw
tallow
.
There
was
fresh
meat
in
camp
!
White
Fang
expected
a
beating
.
He
crouched
and
bristled
a
little
at
the
thought
of
it
.
Then
he
went
forward
again
.
He
feared
and
disliked
the
beating
he
knew
to
be
waiting
for
him
.
But
he
knew
,
further
,
that
the
comfort
of
the
fire
would
be
his
,
the
protection
of
the
gods
,
the
companionship
of
the
dogs
--
the
last
,
a
companionship
of
enmity
,
but
none
the
less
a
companionship
and
satisfying
to
his
gregarious
needs
.
He
came
cringing
and
crawling
into
the
firelight
.
Grey
Beaver
saw
him
,
and
stopped
munching
the
tallow
.
White
Fang
crawled
slowly
,
cringing
and
grovelling
in
the
abjectness
of
his
abasement
and
submission
.
He
crawled
straight
toward
Grey
Beaver
,
every
inch
of
his
progress
becoming
slower
and
more
painful
.
At
last
he
lay
at
the
master
's
feet
,
into
whose
possession
he
now
surrendered
himself
,
voluntarily
,
body
and
soul
.
Of
his
own
choice
,
he
came
in
to
sit
by
man
's
fire
and
to
be
ruled
by
him
.
White
Fang
trembled
,
waiting
for
the
punishment
to
fall
upon
him
.
There
was
a
movement
of
the
hand
above
him
.
He
cringed
involuntarily
under
the
expected
blow
.
It
did
not
fall
.
He
stole
a
glance
upward
.
Grey
Beaver
was
breaking
the
lump
of
tallow
in
half
!
Grey
Beaver
was
offering
him
one
piece
of
the
tallow
!
Very
gently
and
somewhat
suspiciously
,
he
first
smelled
the
tallow
and
then
proceeded
to
eat
it
.
Grey
Beaver
ordered
meat
to
be
brought
to
him
,
and
guarded
him
from
the
other
dogs
while
he
ate
.
After
that
,
grateful
and
content
,
White
Fang
lay
at
Grey
Beaver
's
feet
,
gazing
at
the
fire
that
warmed
him
,
blinking
and
dozing
,
secure
in
the
knowledge
that
the
morrow
would
find
him
,
not
wandering
forlorn
through
bleak
forest-stretches
,
but
in
the
camp
of
the
man-animals
,
with
the
gods
to
whom
he
had
given
himself
and
upon
whom
he
was
now
dependent
.
When
December
was
well
along
,
Grey
Beaver
went
on
a
journey
up
the
Mackenzie
.
Mit-sah
and
Kloo-kooch
went
with
him
.
One
sled
he
drove
himself
,
drawn
by
dogs
he
had
traded
for
or
borrowed
.
A
second
and
smaller
sled
was
driven
by
Mit-sah
,
and
to
this
was
harnessed
a
team
of
puppies
.
It
was
more
of
a
toy
affair
than
anything
else
,
yet
it
was
the
delight
of
Mit-sah
,
who
felt
that
he
was
beginning
to
do
a
man
's
work
in
the
world
.
Also
,
he
was
learning
to
drive
dogs
and
to
train
dogs
;
while
the
puppies
themselves
were
being
broken
in
to
the
harness
.
Furthermore
,
the
sled
was
of
some
service
,
for
it
carried
nearly
two
hundred
pounds
of
outfit
and
food
.
White
Fang
had
seen
the
camp-dogs
toiling
in
the
harness
,
so
that
he
did
not
resent
overmuch
the
first
placing
of
the
harness
upon
himself
.
About
his
neck
was
put
a
moss-stuffed
collar
,
which
was
connected
by
two
pulling-traces
to
a
strap
that
passed
around
his
chest
and
over
his
back
.
It
was
to
this
that
was
fastened
the
long
rope
by
which
he
pulled
at
the
sled
.
