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With
the
overthrow
of
Lip-lip
,
White
Fang
could
have
become
leader
of
the
pack
.
But
he
was
too
morose
and
solitary
for
that
.
He
merely
thrashed
his
team-mates
.
Otherwise
he
ignored
them
.
They
got
out
of
his
way
when
he
came
along
;
nor
did
the
boldest
of
them
ever
dare
to
rob
him
of
his
meat
.
On
the
contrary
,
they
devoured
their
own
meat
hurriedly
,
for
fear
that
he
would
take
it
away
from
them
.
White
Fang
knew
the
law
well
:
to
oppress
the
weak
and
obey
the
strong
.
He
ate
his
share
of
meat
as
rapidly
as
he
could
.
And
then
woe
the
dog
that
had
not
yet
finished
!
A
snarl
and
a
flash
of
fangs
,
and
that
dog
would
wail
his
indignation
to
the
uncomforting
stars
while
White
Fang
finished
his
portion
for
him
.
Every
little
while
,
however
,
one
dog
or
another
would
flame
up
in
revolt
and
be
promptly
subdued
.
Thus
White
Fang
was
kept
in
training
.
He
was
jealous
of
the
isolation
in
which
he
kept
himself
in
the
midst
of
the
pack
,
and
he
fought
often
to
maintain
it
.
But
such
fights
were
of
brief
duration
.
He
was
too
quick
for
the
others
.
They
were
slashed
open
and
bleeding
before
they
knew
what
had
happened
,
were
whipped
almost
before
they
had
begun
to
fight
.
As
rigid
as
the
sled-discipline
of
the
gods
,
was
the
discipline
maintained
by
White
Fang
amongst
his
fellows
.
He
never
allowed
them
any
latitude
.
He
compelled
them
to
an
unremitting
respect
for
him
.
They
might
do
as
they
pleased
amongst
themselves
.
That
was
no
concern
of
his
.
But
it
was
his
concern
that
they
leave
him
alone
in
his
isolation
,
get
out
of
his
way
when
he
elected
to
walk
among
them
,
and
at
all
times
acknowledge
his
mastery
over
them
.
A
hint
of
stiff-leggedness
on
their
part
,
a
lifted
lip
or
a
bristle
of
hair
,
and
he
would
be
upon
them
,
merciless
and
cruel
,
swiftly
convincing
them
of
the
error
of
their
way
.
He
was
a
monstrous
tyrant
.
His
mastery
was
rigid
as
steel
.
He
oppressed
the
weak
with
a
vengeance
.
Not
for
nothing
had
he
been
exposed
to
the
pitiless
struggles
for
life
in
the
day
of
his
cubhood
,
when
his
mother
and
he
,
alone
and
unaided
,
held
their
own
and
survived
in
the
ferocious
environment
of
the
Wild
.
And
not
for
nothing
had
he
learned
to
walk
softly
when
superior
strength
went
by
.
He
oppressed
the
weak
,
but
he
respected
the
strong
.
And
in
the
course
of
the
long
journey
with
Grey
Beaver
he
walked
softly
indeed
amongst
the
full-grown
dogs
in
the
camps
of
the
strange
man-animals
they
encountered
.
The
months
passed
by
.
Still
continued
the
journey
of
Grey
Beaver
.
White
Fang
's
strength
was
developed
by
the
long
hours
on
trail
and
the
steady
toil
at
the
sled
;
and
it
would
have
seemed
that
his
mental
development
was
well-nigh
complete
.
He
had
come
to
know
quite
thoroughly
the
world
in
which
he
lived
.
His
outlook
was
bleak
and
materialistic
.
The
world
as
he
saw
it
was
a
fierce
and
brutal
world
,
a
world
without
warmth
,
a
world
in
which
caresses
and
affection
and
the
bright
sweetnesses
of
the
spirit
did
not
exist
.
He
had
no
affection
for
Grey
Beaver
.
True
,
he
was
a
god
,
but
a
most
savage
god
.
White
Fang
was
glad
to
acknowledge
his
lordship
,
but
it
was
a
lordship
based
upon
superior
intelligence
and
brute
strength
.
There
was
something
in
the
fibre
of
White
Fang
's
being
that
made
his
lordship
a
thing
to
be
desired
,
else
he
would
not
have
come
back
from
the
Wild
when
he
did
to
tender
his
allegiance
.
There
were
deeps
in
his
nature
which
had
never
been
sounded
.
A
kind
word
,
a
caressing
touch
of
the
hand
,
on
the
part
of
Grey
Beaver
,
might
have
sounded
these
deeps
;
but
Grey
Beaver
did
not
caress
,
nor
speak
kind
words
.
It
was
not
his
way
.
His
primacy
was
savage
,
and
savagely
he
ruled
,
administering
justice
with
a
club
,
punishing
transgression
with
the
pain
of
a
blow
,
and
rewarding
merit
,
not
by
kindness
,
but
by
withholding
a
blow
.
So
White
Fang
knew
nothing
of
the
heaven
a
man
's
hand
might
contain
for
him
.
Besides
,
he
did
not
like
the
hands
of
the
man-animals
.
He
was
suspicious
of
them
.
It
was
true
that
they
sometimes
gave
meat
,
but
more
often
they
gave
hurt
.
Hands
were
things
to
keep
away
from
.
They
hurled
stones
,
wielded
sticks
and
clubs
and
whips
,
administered
slaps
and
clouts
,
and
,
when
they
touched
him
,
were
cunning
to
hurt
with
pinch
and
twist
and
wrench
.
In
strange
villages
he
had
encountered
the
hands
of
the
children
and
learned
that
they
were
cruel
to
hurt
.
Also
,
he
had
once
nearly
had
an
eye
poked
out
by
a
toddling
papoose
.
From
these
experiences
he
became
suspicious
of
all
children
.
He
could
not
tolerate
them
.
When
they
came
near
with
their
ominous
hands
,
he
got
up
.
It
was
in
a
village
at
the
Great
Slave
Lake
,
that
,
in
the
course
of
resenting
the
evil
of
the
hands
of
the
man-animals
,
he
came
to
modify
the
law
that
he
had
learned
from
Grey
Beaver
:
namely
,
that
the
unpardonable
crime
was
to
bite
one
of
the
gods
.
In
this
village
,
after
the
custom
of
all
dogs
in
all
villages
,
White
Fang
went
foraging
,
for
food
.
A
boy
was
chopping
frozen
moose-meat
with
an
axe
,
and
the
chips
were
flying
in
the
snow
.
White
Fang
,
sliding
by
in
quest
of
meat
,
stopped
and
began
to
eat
the
chips
.
He
observed
the
boy
lay
down
the
axe
and
take
up
a
stout
club
.
White
Fang
sprang
clear
,
just
in
time
to
escape
the
descending
blow
.
The
boy
pursued
him
,
and
he
,
a
stranger
in
the
village
,
fled
between
two
tepees
to
find
himself
cornered
against
a
high
earth
bank
.
