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Beauty
Smith
enjoyed
the
task
.
He
delighted
in
it
.
He
gloated
over
his
victim
,
and
his
eyes
flamed
dully
,
as
he
swung
the
whip
or
club
and
listened
to
White
Fang
's
cries
of
pain
and
to
his
helpless
bellows
and
snarls
.
For
Beauty
Smith
was
cruel
in
the
way
that
cowards
are
cruel
.
Cringing
and
snivelling
himself
before
the
blows
or
angry
speech
of
a
man
,
he
revenged
himself
,
in
turn
,
upon
creatures
weaker
than
he
.
All
life
likes
power
,
and
Beauty
Smith
was
no
exception
.
Denied
the
expression
of
power
amongst
his
own
kind
,
he
fell
back
upon
the
lesser
creatures
and
there
vindicated
the
life
that
was
in
him
.
But
Beauty
Smith
had
not
created
himself
,
and
no
blame
was
to
be
attached
to
him
.
He
had
come
into
the
world
with
a
twisted
body
and
a
brute
intelligence
.
This
had
constituted
the
clay
of
him
,
and
it
had
not
been
kindly
moulded
by
the
world
.
White
Fang
knew
why
he
was
being
beaten
.
When
Grey
Beaver
tied
the
thong
around
his
neck
,
and
passed
the
end
of
the
thong
into
Beauty
Smith
's
keeping
,
White
Fang
knew
that
it
was
his
god
's
will
for
him
to
go
with
Beauty
Smith
.
And
when
Beauty
Smith
left
him
tied
outside
the
fort
,
he
knew
that
it
was
Beauty
Smith
's
will
that
he
should
remain
there
.
Therefore
,
he
had
disobeyed
the
will
of
both
the
gods
,
and
earned
the
consequent
punishment
.
He
had
seen
dogs
change
owners
in
the
past
,
and
he
had
seen
the
runaways
beaten
as
he
was
being
beaten
.
He
was
wise
,
and
yet
in
the
nature
of
him
there
were
forces
greater
than
wisdom
.
One
of
these
was
fidelity
.
He
did
not
love
Grey
Beaver
,
yet
,
even
in
the
face
of
his
will
and
his
anger
,
he
was
faithful
to
him
.
He
could
not
help
it
.
This
faithfulness
was
a
quality
of
the
clay
that
composed
him
.
It
was
the
quality
that
was
peculiarly
the
possession
of
his
kind
;
the
quality
that
set
apart
his
species
from
all
other
species
;
the
quality
that
has
enabled
the
wolf
and
the
wild
dog
to
come
in
from
the
open
and
be
the
companions
of
man
.
After
the
beating
,
White
Fang
was
dragged
back
to
the
fort
.
But
this
time
Beauty
Smith
left
him
tied
with
a
stick
.
One
does
not
give
up
a
god
easily
,
and
so
with
White
Fang
.
Grey
Beaver
was
his
own
particular
god
,
and
,
in
spite
of
Grey
Beaver
's
will
,
White
Fang
still
clung
to
him
and
would
not
give
him
up
.
Grey
Beaver
had
betrayed
and
forsaken
him
,
but
that
had
no
effect
upon
him
.
Not
for
nothing
had
he
surrendered
himself
body
and
soul
to
Grey
Beaver
.
There
had
been
no
reservation
on
White
Fang
's
part
,
and
the
bond
was
not
to
be
broken
easily
.
So
,
in
the
night
,
when
the
men
in
the
fort
were
asleep
,
White
Fang
applied
his
teeth
to
the
stick
that
held
him
.
The
wood
was
seasoned
and
dry
,
and
it
was
tied
so
closely
to
his
neck
that
he
could
scarcely
get
his
teeth
to
it
.
It
was
only
by
the
severest
muscular
exertion
and
neck-arching
that
he
succeeded
in
getting
the
wood
between
his
teeth
,
and
barely
between
his
teeth
at
that
;
and
it
was
only
by
the
exercise
of
an
immense
patience
,
extending
through
many
hours
,
that
he
succeeded
in
gnawing
through
the
stick
.
This
was
something
that
dogs
were
not
supposed
to
do
.
It
was
unprecedented
.
But
White
Fang
did
it
,
trotting
away
from
the
fort
in
the
early
morning
,
with
the
end
of
the
stick
hanging
to
his
neck
.
He
was
wise
.
But
had
he
been
merely
wise
he
would
not
have
gone
back
to
Grey
Beaver
who
had
already
twice
betrayed
him
.
But
there
was
his
faithfulness
,
and
he
went
back
to
be
betrayed
yet
a
third
time
.
Again
he
yielded
to
the
tying
of
a
thong
around
his
neck
by
Grey
Beaver
,
and
again
Beauty
Smith
came
to
claim
him
.
And
this
time
he
was
beaten
even
more
severely
than
before
.
Grey
Beaver
looked
on
stolidly
while
the
white
man
wielded
the
whip
.
He
gave
no
protection
.
It
was
no
longer
his
dog
.
When
the
beating
was
over
White
Fang
was
sick
.
A
soft
southland
dog
would
have
died
under
it
,
but
not
he
.
His
school
of
life
had
been
sterner
,
and
he
was
himself
of
sterner
stuff
.
He
had
too
great
vitality
.
His
clutch
on
life
was
too
strong
.
But
he
was
very
sick
.
At
first
he
was
unable
to
drag
himself
along
,
and
Beauty
Smith
had
to
wait
half-an-hour
for
him
.
And
then
,
blind
and
reeling
,
he
followed
at
Beauty
Smith
's
heels
back
to
the
fort
.
But
now
he
was
tied
with
a
chain
that
defied
his
teeth
,
and
he
strove
in
vain
,
by
lunging
,
to
draw
the
staple
from
the
timber
into
which
it
was
driven
.
After
a
few
days
,
sober
and
bankrupt
,
Grey
Beaver
departed
up
the
Porcupine
on
his
long
journey
to
the
Mackenzie
.
White
Fang
remained
on
the
Yukon
,
the
property
of
a
man
more
than
half
mad
and
all
brute
.
But
what
is
a
dog
to
know
in
its
consciousness
of
madness
?
To
White
Fang
,
Beauty
Smith
was
a
veritable
,
if
terrible
,
god
.
He
was
a
mad
god
at
best
,
but
White
Fang
knew
nothing
of
madness
;
he
knew
only
that
he
must
submit
to
the
will
of
this
new
master
,
obey
his
every
whim
and
fancy
.
Under
the
tutelage
of
the
mad
god
,
White
Fang
became
a
fiend
.
He
was
kept
chained
in
a
pen
at
the
rear
of
the
fort
,
and
here
Beauty
Smith
teased
and
irritated
and
drove
him
wild
with
petty
torments
.
The
man
early
discovered
White
Fang
's
susceptibility
to
laughter
,
and
made
it
a
point
after
painfully
tricking
him
,
to
laugh
at
him
.
This
laughter
was
uproarious
and
scornful
,
and
at
the
same
time
the
god
pointed
his
finger
derisively
at
White
Fang
.
At
such
times
reason
fled
from
White
Fang
,
and
in
his
transports
of
rage
he
was
even
more
mad
than
Beauty
Smith
.
