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Another
advantage
he
possessed
was
that
of
correctly
judging
time
and
distance
.
Not
that
he
did
this
consciously
,
however
.
He
did
not
calculate
such
things
.
It
was
all
automatic
.
His
eyes
saw
correctly
,
and
the
nerves
carried
the
vision
correctly
to
his
brain
.
The
parts
of
him
were
better
adjusted
than
those
of
the
average
dog
.
They
worked
together
more
smoothly
and
steadily
.
His
was
a
better
,
far
better
,
nervous
,
mental
,
and
muscular
co-ordination
.
When
his
eyes
conveyed
to
his
brain
the
moving
image
of
an
action
,
his
brain
without
conscious
effort
,
knew
the
space
that
limited
that
action
and
the
time
required
for
its
completion
.
Thus
,
he
could
avoid
the
leap
of
another
dog
,
or
the
drive
of
its
fangs
,
and
at
the
same
moment
could
seize
the
infinitesimal
fraction
of
time
in
which
to
deliver
his
own
attack
.
Body
and
brain
,
his
was
a
more
perfected
mechanism
.
Not
that
he
was
to
be
praised
for
it
.
Nature
had
been
more
generous
to
him
than
to
the
average
animal
,
that
was
all
.
It
was
in
the
summer
that
White
Fang
arrived
at
Fort
Yukon
.
Grey
Beaver
had
crossed
the
great
watershed
between
Mackenzie
and
the
Yukon
in
the
late
winter
,
and
spent
the
spring
in
hunting
among
the
western
outlying
spurs
of
the
Rockies
.
Then
,
after
the
break-up
of
the
ice
on
the
Porcupine
,
he
had
built
a
canoe
and
paddled
down
that
stream
to
where
it
effected
its
junction
with
the
Yukon
just
under
the
Artic
circle
.
Here
stood
the
old
Hudson
's
Bay
Company
fort
;
and
here
were
many
Indians
,
much
food
,
and
unprecedented
excitement
.
It
was
the
summer
of
1898
,
and
thousands
of
gold-hunters
were
going
up
the
Yukon
to
Dawson
and
the
Klondike
.
Still
hundreds
of
miles
from
their
goal
,
nevertheless
many
of
them
had
been
on
the
way
for
a
year
,
and
the
least
any
of
them
had
travelled
to
get
that
far
was
five
thousand
miles
,
while
some
had
come
from
the
other
side
of
the
world
.
Here
Grey
Beaver
stopped
.
A
whisper
of
the
gold-rush
had
reached
his
ears
,
and
he
had
come
with
several
bales
of
furs
,
and
another
of
gut-sewn
mittens
and
moccasins
.
He
would
not
have
ventured
so
long
a
trip
had
he
not
expected
generous
profits
.
But
what
he
had
expected
was
nothing
to
what
he
realised
.
His
wildest
dreams
had
not
exceeded
a
hundred
percent
profit
;
he
made
a
thousand
percent
.
And
like
a
true
Indian
,
he
settled
down
to
trade
carefully
and
slowly
,
even
if
it
took
all
summer
and
the
rest
of
the
winter
to
dispose
of
his
goods
.
It
was
at
Fort
Yukon
that
White
Fang
saw
his
first
white
men
.
As
compared
with
the
Indians
he
had
known
,
they
were
to
him
another
race
of
beings
,
a
race
of
superior
gods
.
They
impressed
him
as
possessing
superior
power
,
and
it
is
on
power
that
godhead
rests
.
White
Fang
did
not
reason
it
out
,
did
not
in
his
mind
make
the
sharp
generalisation
that
the
white
gods
were
more
powerful
.
It
was
a
feeling
,
nothing
more
,
and
yet
none
the
less
potent
.
As
,
in
his
puppyhood
,
the
looming
bulks
of
the
tepees
,
man-reared
,
had
affected
him
as
manifestations
of
power
,
so
was
he
affected
now
by
the
houses
and
the
huge
fort
all
of
massive
logs
.
Here
was
power
.
Those
white
gods
were
strong
.
They
possessed
greater
mastery
over
matter
than
the
gods
he
had
known
,
most
powerful
among
which
was
Grey
Beaver
.
And
yet
Grey
Beaver
was
as
a
child-god
among
these
white-skinned
ones
.
To
be
sure
,
White
Fang
only
felt
these
things
.
He
was
not
conscious
of
them
.
Yet
it
is
upon
feeling
,
more
often
than
thinking
,
that
animals
act
;
and
every
act
White
Fang
now
performed
was
based
upon
the
feeling
that
the
white
men
were
the
superior
gods
.
In
the
first
place
he
was
very
suspicious
of
them
.
There
was
no
telling
what
unknown
terrors
were
theirs
,
what
unknown
hurts
they
could
administer
.
He
was
curious
to
observe
them
,
fearful
of
being
noticed
by
them
.
For
the
first
few
hours
he
was
content
with
slinking
around
and
watching
them
from
a
safe
distance
.
Then
he
saw
that
no
harm
befell
the
dogs
that
were
near
to
them
,
and
he
came
in
closer
.
In
turn
he
was
an
object
of
great
curiosity
to
them
.
His
wolfish
appearance
caught
their
eyes
at
once
,
and
they
pointed
him
out
to
one
another
.
This
act
of
pointing
put
White
Fang
on
his
guard
,
and
when
they
tried
to
approach
him
he
showed
his
teeth
and
backed
away
.
Not
one
succeeded
in
laying
a
hand
on
him
,
and
it
was
well
that
they
did
not
.
White
Fang
soon
learned
that
very
few
of
these
gods
--
not
more
than
a
dozen
--
lived
at
this
place
.
Every
two
or
three
days
a
steamer
(
another
and
colossal
manifestation
of
power
)
came
into
the
bank
and
stopped
for
several
hours
.
The
white
men
came
from
off
these
steamers
and
went
away
on
them
again
.
There
seemed
untold
numbers
of
these
white
men
.
In
the
first
day
or
so
,
he
saw
more
of
them
than
he
had
seen
Indians
in
all
his
life
;
and
as
the
days
went
by
they
continued
to
come
up
the
river
,
stop
,
and
then
go
on
up
the
river
out
of
sight
.
