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But
if
the
white
gods
were
all-powerful
,
their
dogs
did
not
amount
to
much
.
This
White
Fang
quickly
discovered
by
mixing
with
those
that
came
ashore
with
their
masters
.
They
were
irregular
shapes
and
sizes
.
Some
were
short-legged
--
too
short
;
others
were
long-legged
--
too
long
.
They
had
hair
instead
of
fur
,
and
a
few
had
very
little
hair
at
that
.
And
none
of
them
knew
how
to
fight
.
As
an
enemy
of
his
kind
,
it
was
in
White
Fang
's
province
to
fight
with
them
.
This
he
did
,
and
he
quickly
achieved
for
them
a
mighty
contempt
.
They
were
soft
and
helpless
,
made
much
noise
,
and
floundered
around
clumsily
trying
to
accomplish
by
main
strength
what
he
accomplished
by
dexterity
and
cunning
.
They
rushed
bellowing
at
him
.
He
sprang
to
the
side
.
They
did
not
know
what
had
become
of
him
;
and
in
that
moment
he
struck
them
on
the
shoulder
,
rolling
them
off
their
feet
and
delivering
his
stroke
at
the
throat
.
Sometimes
this
stroke
was
successful
,
and
a
stricken
dog
rolled
in
the
dirt
,
to
be
pounced
upon
and
torn
to
pieces
by
the
pack
of
Indian
dogs
that
waited
.
White
Fang
was
wise
.
He
had
long
since
learned
that
the
gods
were
made
angry
when
their
dogs
were
killed
.
The
white
men
were
no
exception
to
this
.
So
he
was
content
,
when
he
had
overthrown
and
slashed
wide
the
throat
of
one
of
their
dogs
,
to
drop
back
and
let
the
pack
go
in
and
do
the
cruel
finishing
work
.
It
was
then
that
the
white
men
rushed
in
,
visiting
their
wrath
heavily
on
the
pack
,
while
White
Fang
went
free
.
He
would
stand
off
at
a
little
distance
and
look
on
,
while
stones
,
clubs
,
axes
,
and
all
sorts
of
weapons
fell
upon
his
fellows
.
White
Fang
was
very
wise
.
But
his
fellows
grew
wise
in
their
own
way
;
and
in
this
White
Fang
grew
wise
with
them
.
They
learned
that
it
was
when
a
steamer
first
tied
to
the
bank
that
they
had
their
fun
.
After
the
first
two
or
three
strange
dogs
had
been
downed
and
destroyed
,
the
white
men
hustled
their
own
animals
back
on
board
and
wrecked
savage
vengeance
on
the
offenders
.
One
white
man
,
having
seen
his
dog
,
a
setter
,
torn
to
pieces
before
his
eyes
,
drew
a
revolver
.
He
fired
rapidly
,
six
times
,
and
six
of
the
pack
lay
dead
or
dying
--
another
manifestation
of
power
that
sank
deep
into
White
Fang
's
consciousness
.
White
Fang
enjoyed
it
all
.
He
did
not
love
his
kind
,
and
he
was
shrewd
enough
to
escape
hurt
himself
.
At
first
,
the
killing
of
the
white
men
's
dogs
had
been
a
diversion
.
After
a
time
it
became
his
occupation
.
There
was
no
work
for
him
to
do
.
Grey
Beaver
was
busy
trading
and
getting
wealthy
.
So
White
Fang
hung
around
the
landing
with
the
disreputable
gang
of
Indian
dogs
,
waiting
for
steamers
.
With
the
arrival
of
a
steamer
the
fun
began
.
After
a
few
minutes
,
by
the
time
the
white
men
had
got
over
their
surprise
,
the
gang
scattered
.
The
fun
was
over
until
the
next
steamer
should
arrive
.
But
it
can
scarcely
be
said
that
White
Fang
was
a
member
of
the
gang
.
He
did
not
mingle
with
it
,
but
remained
aloof
,
always
himself
,
and
was
even
feared
by
it
.
It
is
true
,
he
worked
with
it
.
He
picked
the
quarrel
with
the
strange
dog
while
the
gang
waited
.
And
when
he
had
overthrown
the
strange
dog
the
gang
went
in
to
finish
it
.
But
it
is
equally
true
that
he
then
withdrew
,
leaving
the
gang
to
receive
the
punishment
of
the
outraged
gods
.
It
did
not
require
much
exertion
to
pick
these
quarrels
.
All
he
had
to
do
,
when
the
strange
dogs
came
ashore
,
was
to
show
himself
.
When
they
saw
him
they
rushed
for
him
.
It
was
their
instinct
.
He
was
the
Wild
--
the
unknown
,
the
terrible
,
the
ever-menacing
,
the
thing
that
prowled
in
the
darkness
around
the
fires
of
the
primeval
world
when
they
,
cowering
close
to
the
fires
,
were
reshaping
their
instincts
,
learning
to
fear
the
Wild
out
of
which
they
had
come
,
and
which
they
had
deserted
and
betrayed
.
Generation
by
generation
,
down
all
the
generations
,
had
this
fear
of
the
Wild
been
stamped
into
their
natures
.
For
centuries
the
Wild
had
stood
for
terror
and
destruction
.
And
during
all
this
time
free
licence
had
been
theirs
,
from
their
masters
,
to
kill
the
things
of
the
Wild
.
In
doing
this
they
had
protected
both
themselves
and
the
gods
whose
companionship
they
shared
.
And
so
,
fresh
from
the
soft
southern
world
,
these
dogs
,
trotting
down
the
gang-plank
and
out
upon
the
Yukon
shore
had
but
to
see
White
Fang
to
experience
the
irresistible
impulse
to
rush
upon
him
and
destroy
him
.
They
might
be
town-reared
dogs
,
but
the
instinctive
fear
of
the
Wild
was
theirs
just
the
same
.
Not
alone
with
their
own
eyes
did
they
see
the
wolfish
creature
in
the
clear
light
of
day
,
standing
before
them
.
They
saw
him
with
the
eyes
of
their
ancestors
,
and
by
their
inherited
memory
they
knew
White
Fang
for
the
wolf
,
and
they
remembered
the
ancient
feud
.
All
of
which
served
to
make
White
Fang
's
days
enjoyable
.
If
the
sight
of
him
drove
these
strange
dogs
upon
him
,
so
much
the
better
for
him
,
so
much
the
worse
for
them
.
They
looked
upon
him
as
legitimate
prey
,
and
as
legitimate
prey
he
looked
upon
them
.
