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Not
for
nothing
had
he
first
seen
the
light
of
day
in
a
lonely
lair
and
fought
his
first
fights
with
the
ptarmigan
,
the
weasel
,
and
the
lynx
.
And
not
for
nothing
had
his
puppyhood
been
made
bitter
by
the
persecution
of
Lip-lip
and
the
whole
puppy
pack
.
It
might
have
been
otherwise
,
and
he
would
then
have
been
otherwise
.
Had
Lip-lip
not
existed
,
he
would
have
passed
his
puppyhood
with
the
other
puppies
and
grown
up
more
doglike
and
with
more
liking
for
dogs
.
Had
Grey
Beaver
possessed
the
plummet
of
affection
and
love
,
he
might
have
sounded
the
deeps
of
White
Fang
's
nature
and
brought
up
to
the
surface
all
manner
of
kindly
qualities
.
But
these
things
had
not
been
so
.
The
clay
of
White
Fang
had
been
moulded
until
he
became
what
he
was
,
morose
and
lonely
,
unloving
and
ferocious
,
the
enemy
of
all
his
kind
.
A
small
number
of
white
men
lived
in
Fort
Yukon
.
These
men
had
been
long
in
the
country
.
They
called
themselves
Sour-doughs
,
and
took
great
pride
in
so
classifying
themselves
.
For
other
men
,
new
in
the
land
,
they
felt
nothing
but
disdain
.
The
men
who
came
ashore
from
the
steamers
were
newcomers
.
They
were
known
as
chechaquos
,
and
they
always
wilted
at
the
application
of
the
name
.
They
made
their
bread
with
baking-powder
.
This
was
the
invidious
distinction
between
them
and
the
Sour-doughs
,
who
,
forsooth
,
made
their
bread
from
sour-dough
because
they
had
no
baking-powder
.
All
of
which
is
neither
here
nor
there
.
The
men
in
the
fort
disdained
the
newcomers
and
enjoyed
seeing
them
come
to
grief
.
Especially
did
they
enjoy
the
havoc
worked
amongst
the
newcomers
'
dogs
by
White
Fang
and
his
disreputable
gang
.
When
a
steamer
arrived
,
the
men
of
the
fort
made
it
a
point
always
to
come
down
to
the
bank
and
see
the
fun
.
They
looked
forward
to
it
with
as
much
anticipation
as
did
the
Indian
dogs
,
while
they
were
not
slow
to
appreciate
the
savage
and
crafty
part
played
by
White
Fang
.
But
there
was
one
man
amongst
them
who
particularly
enjoyed
the
sport
.
He
would
come
running
at
the
first
sound
of
a
steamboat
's
whistle
;
and
when
the
last
fight
was
over
and
White
Fang
and
the
pack
had
scattered
,
he
would
return
slowly
to
the
fort
,
his
face
heavy
with
regret
.
Sometimes
,
when
a
soft
southland
dog
went
down
,
shrieking
its
death-cry
under
the
fangs
of
the
pack
,
this
man
would
be
unable
to
contain
himself
,
and
would
leap
into
the
air
and
cry
out
with
delight
.
And
always
he
had
a
sharp
and
covetous
eye
for
White
Fang
.
This
man
was
called
"
Beauty
"
by
the
other
men
of
the
fort
.
No
one
knew
his
first
name
,
and
in
general
he
was
known
in
the
country
as
Beauty
Smith
.
But
he
was
anything
save
a
beauty
.
To
antithesis
was
due
his
naming
.
He
was
pre-eminently
unbeautiful
.
Nature
had
been
niggardly
with
him
.
He
was
a
small
man
to
begin
with
;
and
upon
his
meagre
frame
was
deposited
an
even
more
strikingly
meagre
head
.
Its
apex
might
be
likened
to
a
point
.
In
fact
,
in
his
boyhood
,
before
he
had
been
named
Beauty
by
his
fellows
,
he
had
been
called
"
Pinhead
.
"
Backward
,
from
the
apex
,
his
head
slanted
down
to
his
neck
and
forward
it
slanted
uncompromisingly
to
meet
a
low
and
remarkably
wide
forehead
.
Beginning
here
,
as
though
regretting
her
parsimony
,
Nature
had
spread
his
features
with
a
lavish
hand
.
His
eyes
were
large
,
and
between
them
was
the
distance
of
two
eyes
.
His
face
,
in
relation
to
the
rest
of
him
,
was
prodigious
.
In
order
to
discover
the
necessary
area
,
Nature
had
given
him
an
enormous
prognathous
jaw
.
It
was
wide
and
heavy
,
and
protruded
outward
and
down
until
it
seemed
to
rest
on
his
chest
.
Possibly
this
appearance
was
due
to
the
weariness
of
the
slender
neck
,
unable
properly
to
support
so
great
a
burden
.
This
jaw
gave
the
impression
of
ferocious
determination
.
But
something
lacked
.
Perhaps
it
was
from
excess
.
Perhaps
the
jaw
was
too
large
.
At
any
rate
,
it
was
a
lie
.
Beauty
Smith
was
known
far
and
wide
as
the
weakest
of
weak-kneed
and
snivelling
cowards
.
To
complete
his
description
,
his
teeth
were
large
and
yellow
,
while
the
two
eye-teeth
,
larger
than
their
fellows
,
showed
under
his
lean
lips
like
fangs
.
His
eyes
were
yellow
and
muddy
,
as
though
Nature
had
run
short
on
pigments
and
squeezed
together
the
dregs
of
all
her
tubes
.
It
was
the
same
with
his
hair
,
sparse
and
irregular
of
growth
,
muddy-yellow
and
dirty-yellow
,
rising
on
his
head
and
sprouting
out
of
his
face
in
unexpected
tufts
and
bunches
,
in
appearance
like
clumped
and
wind-blown
grain
.
In
short
,
Beauty
Smith
was
a
monstrosity
,
and
the
blame
of
it
lay
elsewhere
.
He
was
not
responsible
.
The
clay
of
him
had
been
so
moulded
in
the
making
.
