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Part three, Chapter three of White Fang, presented by Dream
Audio Books. White Fang by Jack London, Part three, Chapter three.
The outcast lip Lip continued so to darken his days
that White Fang became wickeder and more ferocious than it
was his natural right to be. Savageness was a part
(00:23):
of his make up, but the savageness thus developed exceeded
his make up. He acquired a reputation for wickedness amongst
the men animals themselves. Whenever there was trouble and uproaring,
camp fighting and squabbling, or the outcry of a squaw
over a bit of stolen meat, they were sure to
find White Fang mixed up in it, and usually at
(00:45):
the bottom of it. They did not bother to look
after the causes of his conduct. They saw only the effects,
and the effects were bad. He was a sneak and
a thief, a mischief maker, a fomenter of trouble, and
ira squaws told him to his face the while he
eyed them, alert and ready to dodge any quick flung missile,
(01:06):
that he was a wolf and worthless, and bound to
come to an evil end. He found himself an outcast
in the midst of the populace camp. All the young
dogs followed lip Lip's lead. There was a difference between
white fang and them. Perhaps they sensed his wild wood
breed and instinctively felt for him the enmity that the
(01:28):
domestic dog feels for the wolf. Be that as it may.
They joined with lip Lip in the persecution, and once
declared against him, they found good reason to continue declared
against him. One and all. From time to time they
felt his teeth, and to his credit, he gave more
than he received. Many of them he could whip in
(01:50):
single fight, but single fight was denied him. The beginning
of such a fight was a signal for all the
young dogs in camp to come running and pitch upon him.
Out of this pack persecution, he learned two important things,
how to take care of himself in a mass fight
against him, and how on a single dog to inflict
(02:11):
the greatest amount of damage in the briefest space of time.
To keep one's feet in the midst of the hostile
mass met life, and this he learnt well. He became
catlike in his ability to stay on his feet. Even
grown dogs might hurtle him backward or sideways with the
impact of their heavy bodies. And backward or sideways. He
(02:31):
would go in the air or sliding on the ground,
but always with his legs under him and his feet
downward to the mother earth. When dogs fight, there are
usually preliminaries to the actual combat, snarlings and bristlings and
stiff legged struttings. But White Fang learned to omit these preliminaries.
Delay meant the coming against him of all the young dogs.
(02:54):
He must do his work quickly and get away. So
he learned to give no warning of his intentions. He
rushed in and snapped and slashed on the instant, without notice,
before his foe could prepare to meet him. Thus he
learned how to inflict quick and severe damage. Also he
learned the value of surprise. A dog taken off its guard,
(03:16):
its shoulder slashed open, or its ear ripped in ribbons
before it knew what was happening, was a dog half whipped. Furthermore,
it was remarkably easy to overthrow a dog taken by surprise.
While a dog thus overthrown invariably exposed for a moment
the soft underside of its neck the vulnerable point at
(03:36):
which to strike for its life, White Fang knew this
point it was a knowledge bequeathed to him directly from
the hunting generation of wolves. So it was that White
Fang's method when he took the offensive was first to
find a young dog alone, second to surprise it and
knock it off its feet, and third to drive him
(03:57):
with his teeth at the soft throat. Being but partly grown,
his jaws had not yet become large enough nor strong
enough to make his throat attack deadly. But many a
young dog went around camp with a lacerated throat in
token of White Fang's intention, And one day, catching one
of his enemies alone on the edge of the woods,
(04:19):
he managed by repeatedly overthrowing him and attacking the throat
to cut the great vein and let out the life.
There was a great row that night he had been observed.
The news had been carried to the dead dog's master.
The squaws remembered all the instances of stolen meat, and
Gray Beaver was beset by many angry voices, but he
(04:41):
resolutely held the door of his teepee inside which he
had placed the culprit, and refused to permit the vengeance
for which his tribespeople clamored. White Fang became hated by
man and dog during this period of his development. He
never knew a moment's security. The tooth of every the
dog was against him, the hand of every man. He
(05:03):
was greeted with snarls by his kind, with curses and
stones by his gods. He lived tensely. He was always
keyed up, alert for attack, wary of being attacked, with
an eye for sudden and unexpected missiles, prepared to act
precipitately and coolly, to leap in with a flash of teeth,
(05:23):
or to leap away with a menacing snarl. As for snarling,
he could snarl more terribly than any dog, young or
old in camp. The intent of the snarl is to
warn or frighten, and judgment is required to know when
it should be used. White Fang knew how to make
it and when to make it. Into his snarl, he
(05:44):
incorporated all that was vicious, malignant, and horrible, with nose
serilated by continuous spasms, hair bristling in recurrent waves, tongue
whipping out like a red snake and whipping back again,
ears flattened down, eyes gleaming, hatred lips wrinkled back, and
fangs exposed in dripping, he could compel a pause on
(06:07):
the part of almost any assailant. A temporary pause, when
taken off his guard, gave him the vital moment in
which to think and determine his action. But often a
pause so gained lengthened out until it evolved into a
complete cessation from the attack, and before more than one
of the grown dogs. White Fang's snarl enabled him to
(06:28):
beat an honorable retreat a out cast himself from the
pack of the part grown dogs. His sanguinary methods and
remarkable efficiency made the pack pay for its persecution of him,
not permitted himself to run with the pack. The curious
state of affairs obtained that no member of the pack
could run outside the pack. White Fang would not permit it.
(06:52):
What of his bushwhacking and waylaying tactics, The young dogs
were afraid to run by themselves. With the exception option
of lip lip. They were compelled to hunch together for
mutual protection against the terrible enemy they had made. A
puppy alone by the river bank meant a puppy dead,
or a puppy that aroused the camp with its shrill,
(07:13):
pain and terror as it fled back from the wolf
cub that had waylaided, But Whitefang's reprisals did not cease,
even when the young dogs had learned thoroughly that they
must stay together. He attacked them when he caught them alone,
and they attacked him when they were bunched. The sight
of him was sufficient to start them rushing after him,
(07:34):
at which times his swiftness usually carried him into safety.
But woe the dog that outran his fellows in such pursuit.
White Fang had learned to turn suddenly upon the pursuer
that was ahead of the pack, and thoroughly to rip
him up before the pack could arrive. This occurred with
great frequency, for once in full cry, the dogs were
(07:56):
prone to forget themselves in the excitement of the chase,
while White Fang never forgot himself, stealing backward glances as
he ran. He was always ready to whirl around and
down the over zealous pursuer that outran his fellows. Young
dogs are bound to play, and out of the exigencies
(08:16):
of the situation, they realized their play in this mimic warfare.
Thus it was that the haunt of White Fang became
their chief game. A deadly game withal and at times
a serious game. He, on the other hand, being the
fastest footed, was unafraid to venture anywhere. During the period
that he waited vainly for his mother to come back,
(08:38):
he led the pack many a wild chase through the
adjacent woods, but the pack invariably lost him. Its noise
and outcry warned him of its presence, while he ran alone,
velvet footed, silently, a moving shadow among the trees, after
the manner of his father and mother before him. Further,
he was more directly connected with the wild than they,
(09:01):
and he knew more of its secrets and stratagems. A
favorite trick of his was to lose his trail in
running water and then lie quietly in a nearby thicket
while their baffled cries rose around him. Hated by his
kind and by mankind, indomitable, perpetually warred upon, and himself
waging perpetual war, his development was rapid and one sided.
(09:26):
This was no soil for kindliness and affection to blossom in.
Of such things, he had not the faintest glimmering. The
code he learned was to obey the strong and to
oppress the weak. Gray Beaver was a god and strong.
Therefore white Fang obeyed him. But the dog younger or
smaller than himself was weak, a thing to be destroyed.
(09:49):
His development was in the direction of power. In order
to face the constant danger of hurt and even of destruction,
his predatory and protective faculties were unduly deve. He became
quicker of movement than the other dogs, swifter of foot, craftier, deadlier,
more lithe, more lean, with iron like muscle and sinew,
(10:11):
more enduring, more cruel, more ferocious, and more intelligent. He
had to become all these things, else he would not
have held his own nor survived the hostile environment in
which he found himself. End of Chapter three
Part three, Chapter three of White Fang, presented by Dream
Audio Books. White Fang by Jack London, Part three, Chapter three.
The outcast lip Lip continued so to darken his days
that White Fang became wickeder and more ferocious than it
was his natural right to be. Savageness was a part
(00:23):
of his make up, but the savageness thus developed exceeded
his make up. He acquired a reputation for wickedness amongst
the men animals themselves. Whenever there was trouble and uproaring,
camp fighting and squabbling, or the outcry of a squaw
over a bit of stolen meat, they were sure to
find White Fang mixed up in it, and usually at
(00:45):
the bottom of it. They did not bother to look
after the causes of his conduct. They saw only the effects,
and the effects were bad. He was a sneak and
a thief, a mischief maker, a fomenter of trouble, and
ira squaws told him to his face the while he
eyed them, alert and ready to dodge any quick flung missile,
(01:06):
that he was a wolf and worthless, and bound to
come to an evil end. He found himself an outcast
in the midst of the populace camp. All the young
dogs followed lip Lip's lead. There was a difference between
white fang and them. Perhaps they sensed his wild wood
breed and instinctively felt for him the enmity that the
(01:28):
domestic dog feels for the wolf. Be that as it may.
They joined with lip Lip in the persecution, and once
declared against him, they found good reason to continue declared
against him. One and all. From time to time they
felt his teeth, and to his credit, he gave more
than he received. Many of them he could whip in
(01:50):
single fight, but single fight was denied him. The beginning
of such a fight was a signal for all the
young dogs in camp to come running and pitch upon him.
Out of this pack persecution, he learned two important things,
how to take care of himself in a mass fight
against him, and how on a single dog to inflict
(02:11):
the greatest amount of damage in the briefest space of time.
To keep one's feet in the midst of the hostile
mass met life, and this he learnt well. He became
catlike in his ability to stay on his feet. Even
grown dogs might hurtle him backward or sideways with the
impact of their heavy bodies. And backward or sideways. He
(02:31):
would go in the air or sliding on the ground,
but always with his legs under him and his feet
downward to the mother earth. When dogs fight, there are
usually preliminaries to the actual combat, snarlings and bristlings and
stiff legged struttings. But White Fang learned to omit these preliminaries.
Delay meant the coming against him of all the young dogs.
(02:54):
He must do his work quickly and get away. So
he learned to give no warning of his intentions. He
rushed in and snapped and slashed on the instant, without notice,
before his foe could prepare to meet him. Thus he
learned how to inflict quick and severe damage. Also he
learned the value of surprise. A dog taken off its guard,
(03:16):
its shoulder slashed open, or its ear ripped in ribbons
before it knew what was happening, was a dog half whipped. Furthermore,
it was remarkably easy to overthrow a dog taken by surprise.
While a dog thus overthrown invariably exposed for a moment
the soft underside of its neck the vulnerable point at
(03:36):
which to strike for its life, White Fang knew this
point it was a knowledge bequeathed to him directly from
the hunting generation of wolves. So it was that White
Fang's method when he took the offensive was first to
find a young dog alone, second to surprise it and
knock it off its feet, and third to drive him
(03:57):
with his teeth at the soft throat. Being but partly grown,
his jaws had not yet become large enough nor strong
enough to make his throat attack deadly. But many a
young dog went around camp with a lacerated throat in
token of White Fang's intention, And one day, catching one
of his enemies alone on the edge of the woods,
(04:19):
he managed by repeatedly overthrowing him and attacking the throat
to cut the great vein and let out the life.
There was a great row that night he had been observed.
The news had been carried to the dead dog's master.
The squaws remembered all the instances of stolen meat, and
Gray Beaver was beset by many angry voices, but he
(04:41):
resolutely held the door of his teepee inside which he
had placed the culprit, and refused to permit the vengeance
for which his tribespeople clamored. White Fang became hated by
man and dog during this period of his development. He
never knew a moment's security. The tooth of every the
dog was against him, the hand of every man. He
(05:03):
was greeted with snarls by his kind, with curses and
stones by his gods. He lived tensely. He was always
keyed up, alert for attack, wary of being attacked, with
an eye for sudden and unexpected missiles, prepared to act
precipitately and coolly, to leap in with a flash of teeth,
(05:23):
or to leap away with a menacing snarl. As for snarling,
he could snarl more terribly than any dog, young or
old in camp. The intent of the snarl is to
warn or frighten, and judgment is required to know when
it should be used. White Fang knew how to make
it and when to make it. Into his snarl, he
(05:44):
incorporated all that was vicious, malignant, and horrible, with nose
serilated by continuous spasms, hair bristling in recurrent waves, tongue
whipping out like a red snake and whipping back again,
ears flattened down, eyes gleaming, hatred lips wrinkled back, and
fangs exposed in dripping, he could compel a pause on
(06:07):
the part of almost any assailant. A temporary pause, when
taken off his guard, gave him the vital moment in
which to think and determine his action. But often a
pause so gained lengthened out until it evolved into a
complete cessation from the attack, and before more than one
of the grown dogs. White Fang's snarl enabled him to
(06:28):
beat an honorable retreat a out cast himself from the
pack of the part grown dogs. His sanguinary methods and
remarkable efficiency made the pack pay for its persecution of him,
not permitted himself to run with the pack. The curious
state of affairs obtained that no member of the pack
could run outside the pack. White Fang would not permit it.
(06:52):
What of his bushwhacking and waylaying tactics, The young dogs
were afraid to run by themselves. With the exception option
of lip lip. They were compelled to hunch together for
mutual protection against the terrible enemy they had made. A
puppy alone by the river bank meant a puppy dead,
or a puppy that aroused the camp with its shrill,
(07:13):
pain and terror as it fled back from the wolf
cub that had waylaided, But Whitefang's reprisals did not cease,
even when the young dogs had learned thoroughly that they
must stay together. He attacked them when he caught them alone,
and they attacked him when they were bunched. The sight
of him was sufficient to start them rushing after him,
(07:34):
at which times his swiftness usually carried him into safety.
But woe the dog that outran his fellows in such pursuit.
White Fang had learned to turn suddenly upon the pursuer
that was ahead of the pack, and thoroughly to rip
him up before the pack could arrive. This occurred with
great frequency, for once in full cry, the dogs were
(07:56):
prone to forget themselves in the excitement of the chase,
while White Fang never forgot himself, stealing backward glances as
he ran. He was always ready to whirl around and
down the over zealous pursuer that outran his fellows. Young
dogs are bound to play, and out of the exigencies
(08:16):
of the situation, they realized their play in this mimic warfare.
Thus it was that the haunt of White Fang became
their chief game. A deadly game withal and at times
a serious game. He, on the other hand, being the
fastest footed, was unafraid to venture anywhere. During the period
that he waited vainly for his mother to come back,
(08:38):
he led the pack many a wild chase through the
adjacent woods, but the pack invariably lost him. Its noise
and outcry warned him of its presence, while he ran alone,
velvet footed, silently, a moving shadow among the trees, after
the manner of his father and mother before him. Further,
he was more directly connected with the wild than they,
(09:01):
and he knew more of its secrets and stratagems. A
favorite trick of his was to lose his trail in
running water and then lie quietly in a nearby thicket
while their baffled cries rose around him. Hated by his
kind and by mankind, indomitable, perpetually warred upon, and himself
waging perpetual war, his development was rapid and one sided.
(09:26):
This was no soil for kindliness and affection to blossom in.
Of such things, he had not the faintest glimmering. The
code he learned was to obey the strong and to
oppress the weak. Gray Beaver was a god and strong.
Therefore white Fang obeyed him. But the dog younger or
smaller than himself was weak, a thing to be destroyed.
(09:49):
His development was in the direction of power. In order
to face the constant danger of hurt and even of destruction,
his predatory and protective faculties were unduly deve. He became
quicker of movement than the other dogs, swifter of foot, craftier, deadlier,
more lithe, more lean, with iron like muscle and sinew,
(10:11):
more enduring, more cruel, more ferocious, and more intelligent. He
had to become all these things, else he would not
have held his own nor survived the hostile environment in
which he found himself. End of Chapter three
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