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As
the
days
went
by
,
the
evolution
of
like
into
love
was
accelerated
.
White
Fang
himself
began
to
grow
aware
of
it
,
though
in
his
consciousness
he
knew
not
what
love
was
.
It
manifested
itself
to
him
as
a
void
in
his
being
--
a
hungry
,
aching
,
yearning
void
that
clamoured
to
be
filled
.
It
was
a
pain
and
an
unrest
;
and
it
received
easement
only
by
the
touch
of
the
new
god
's
presence
.
At
such
times
love
was
joy
to
him
,
a
wild
,
keen-thrilling
satisfaction
.
But
when
away
from
his
god
,
the
pain
and
the
unrest
returned
;
the
void
in
him
sprang
up
and
pressed
against
him
with
its
emptiness
,
and
the
hunger
gnawed
and
gnawed
unceasingly
.
White
Fang
was
in
the
process
of
finding
himself
.
In
spite
of
the
maturity
of
his
years
and
of
the
savage
rigidity
of
the
mould
that
had
formed
him
,
his
nature
was
undergoing
an
expansion
.
There
was
a
burgeoning
within
him
of
strange
feelings
and
unwonted
impulses
.
His
old
code
of
conduct
was
changing
.
In
the
past
he
had
liked
comfort
and
surcease
from
pain
,
disliked
discomfort
and
pain
,
and
he
had
adjusted
his
actions
accordingly
.
But
now
it
was
different
.
Because
of
this
new
feeling
within
him
,
he
ofttimes
elected
discomfort
and
pain
for
the
sake
of
his
god
.
Thus
,
in
the
early
morning
,
instead
of
roaming
and
foraging
,
or
lying
in
a
sheltered
nook
,
he
would
wait
for
hours
on
the
cheerless
cabin-stoop
for
a
sight
of
the
god
's
face
.
At
night
,
when
the
god
returned
home
,
White
Fang
would
leave
the
warm
sleeping-place
he
had
burrowed
in
the
snow
in
order
to
receive
the
friendly
snap
of
fingers
and
the
word
of
greeting
.
Meat
,
even
meat
itself
,
he
would
forego
to
be
with
his
god
,
to
receive
a
caress
from
him
or
to
accompany
him
down
into
the
town
.
Like
had
been
replaced
by
love
.
And
love
was
the
plummet
dropped
down
into
the
deeps
of
him
where
like
had
never
gone
.
And
responsive
out
of
his
deeps
had
come
the
new
thing
--
love
.
That
which
was
given
unto
him
did
he
return
.
This
was
a
god
indeed
,
a
love-god
,
a
warm
and
radiant
god
,
in
whose
light
White
Fang
's
nature
expanded
as
a
flower
expands
under
the
sun
.
But
White
Fang
was
not
demonstrative
.
He
was
too
old
,
too
firmly
moulded
,
to
become
adept
at
expressing
himself
in
new
ways
.
He
was
too
self-possessed
,
too
strongly
poised
in
his
own
isolation
.
Too
long
had
he
cultivated
reticence
,
aloofness
,
and
moroseness
.
He
had
never
barked
in
his
life
,
and
he
could
not
now
learn
to
bark
a
welcome
when
his
god
approached
.
He
was
never
in
the
way
,
never
extravagant
nor
foolish
in
the
expression
of
his
love
.
He
never
ran
to
meet
his
god
.
He
waited
at
a
distance
;
but
he
always
waited
,
was
always
there
.
His
love
partook
of
the
nature
of
worship
,
dumb
,
inarticulate
,
a
silent
adoration
.
Only
by
the
steady
regard
of
his
eyes
did
he
express
his
love
,
and
by
the
unceasing
following
with
his
eyes
of
his
god
's
every
movement
.
Also
,
at
times
,
when
his
god
looked
at
him
and
spoke
to
him
,
he
betrayed
an
awkward
self-consciousness
,
caused
by
the
struggle
of
his
love
to
express
itself
and
his
physical
inability
to
express
it
.
He
learned
to
adjust
himself
in
many
ways
to
his
new
mode
of
life
.
It
was
borne
in
upon
him
that
he
must
let
his
master
's
dogs
alone
.
Yet
his
dominant
nature
asserted
itself
,
and
he
had
first
to
thrash
them
into
an
acknowledgment
of
his
superiority
and
leadership
.
This
accomplished
,
he
had
little
trouble
with
them
.
They
gave
trail
to
him
when
he
came
and
went
or
walked
among
them
,
and
when
he
asserted
his
will
they
obeyed
.
In
the
same
way
,
he
came
to
tolerate
Matt
--
as
a
possession
of
his
master
.
His
master
rarely
fed
him
.
Matt
did
that
,
it
was
his
business
;
yet
White
Fang
divined
that
it
was
his
master
's
food
he
ate
and
that
it
was
his
master
who
thus
fed
him
vicariously
.
Matt
it
was
who
tried
to
put
him
into
the
harness
and
make
him
haul
sled
with
the
other
dogs
.
But
Matt
failed
.
It
was
not
until
Weedon
Scott
put
the
harness
on
White
Fang
and
worked
him
,
that
he
understood
.
He
took
it
as
his
master
's
will
that
Matt
should
drive
him
and
work
him
just
as
he
drove
and
worked
his
master
's
other
dogs
.
Different
from
the
Mackenzie
toboggans
were
the
Klondike
sleds
with
runners
under
them
.
And
different
was
the
method
of
driving
the
dogs
.
There
was
no
fan-formation
of
the
team
.
The
dogs
worked
in
single
file
,
one
behind
another
,
hauling
on
double
traces
.
And
here
,
in
the
Klondike
,
the
leader
was
indeed
the
leader
.
The
wisest
as
well
as
strongest
dog
was
the
leader
,
and
the
team
obeyed
him
and
feared
him
.
That
White
Fang
should
quickly
gain
this
post
was
inevitable
.
He
could
not
be
satisfied
with
less
,
as
Matt
learned
after
much
inconvenience
and
trouble
.
White
Fang
picked
out
the
post
for
himself
,
and
Matt
backed
his
judgment
with
strong
language
after
the
experiment
had
been
tried
.
But
,
though
he
worked
in
the
sled
in
the
day
,
White
Fang
did
not
forego
the
guarding
of
his
master
's
property
in
the
night
.
Thus
he
was
on
duty
all
the
time
,
ever
vigilant
and
faithful
,
the
most
valuable
of
all
the
dogs
.
"
Makin
'
free
to
spit
out
what
's
in
me
,
"
Matt
said
one
day
,
"
I
beg
to
state
that
you
was
a
wise
guy
all
right
when
you
paid
the
price
you
did
for
that
dog
.
