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The
last
dog
had
been
driven
back
.
The
hubbub
died
down
.
And
White
Fang
licked
his
hurts
and
meditated
upon
this
,
his
first
taste
of
pack-cruelty
and
his
introduction
to
the
pack
.
He
had
never
dreamed
that
his
own
kind
consisted
of
more
than
One
Eye
,
his
mother
,
and
himself
.
They
had
constituted
a
kind
apart
,
and
here
,
abruptly
,
he
had
discovered
many
more
creatures
apparently
of
his
own
kind
.
And
there
was
a
subconscious
resentment
that
these
,
his
kind
,
at
first
sight
had
pitched
upon
him
and
tried
to
destroy
him
.
In
the
same
way
he
resented
his
mother
being
tied
with
a
stick
,
even
though
it
was
done
by
the
superior
man-animals
.
It
savoured
of
the
trap
,
of
bondage
.
Yet
of
the
trap
and
of
bondage
he
knew
nothing
.
Freedom
to
roam
and
run
and
lie
down
at
will
,
had
been
his
heritage
;
and
here
it
was
being
infringed
upon
.
His
mother
's
movements
were
restricted
to
the
length
of
a
stick
,
and
by
the
length
of
that
same
stick
was
he
restricted
,
for
he
had
not
yet
got
beyond
the
need
of
his
mother
's
side
.
He
did
not
like
it
.
Nor
did
he
like
it
when
the
man-animals
arose
and
went
on
with
their
march
;
for
a
tiny
man-animal
took
the
other
end
of
the
stick
and
led
Kiche
captive
behind
him
,
and
behind
Kiche
followed
White
Fang
,
greatly
perturbed
and
worried
by
this
new
adventure
he
had
entered
upon
.
They
went
down
the
valley
of
the
stream
,
far
beyond
White
Fang
's
widest
ranging
,
until
they
came
to
the
end
of
the
valley
,
where
the
stream
ran
into
the
Mackenzie
River
.
Here
,
where
canoes
were
cached
on
poles
high
in
the
air
and
where
stood
fish-racks
for
the
drying
of
fish
,
camp
was
made
;
and
White
Fang
looked
on
with
wondering
eyes
.
The
superiority
of
these
man-animals
increased
with
every
moment
.
There
was
their
mastery
over
all
these
sharp-fanged
dogs
.
It
breathed
of
power
.
But
greater
than
that
,
to
the
wolf-cub
,
was
their
mastery
over
things
not
alive
;
their
capacity
to
communicate
motion
to
unmoving
things
;
their
capacity
to
change
the
very
face
of
the
world
.
It
was
this
last
that
especially
affected
him
.
The
elevation
of
frames
of
poles
caught
his
eye
;
yet
this
in
itself
was
not
so
remarkable
,
being
done
by
the
same
creatures
that
flung
sticks
and
stones
to
great
distances
.
But
when
the
frames
of
poles
were
made
into
tepees
by
being
covered
with
cloth
and
skins
,
White
Fang
was
astounded
.
It
was
the
colossal
bulk
of
them
that
impressed
him
.
They
arose
around
him
,
on
every
side
,
like
some
monstrous
quick-growing
form
of
life
.
They
occupied
nearly
the
whole
circumference
of
his
field
of
vision
.
He
was
afraid
of
them
.
They
loomed
ominously
above
him
;
and
when
the
breeze
stirred
them
into
huge
movements
,
he
cowered
down
in
fear
,
keeping
his
eyes
warily
upon
them
,
and
prepared
to
spring
away
if
they
attempted
to
precipitate
themselves
upon
him
.
But
in
a
short
while
his
fear
of
the
tepees
passed
away
.
He
saw
the
women
and
children
passing
in
and
out
of
them
without
harm
,
and
he
saw
the
dogs
trying
often
to
get
into
them
,
and
being
driven
away
with
sharp
words
and
flying
stones
.
After
a
time
,
he
left
Kiche
's
side
and
crawled
cautiously
toward
the
wall
of
the
nearest
tepee
.
It
was
the
curiosity
of
growth
that
urged
him
on
--
the
necessity
of
learning
and
living
and
doing
that
brings
experience
.
The
last
few
inches
to
the
wall
of
the
tepee
were
crawled
with
painful
slowness
and
precaution
.
The
day
's
events
had
prepared
him
for
the
unknown
to
manifest
itself
in
most
stupendous
and
unthinkable
ways
.
At
last
his
nose
touched
the
canvas
.
He
waited
.
Nothing
happened
.
Then
he
smelled
the
strange
fabric
,
saturated
with
the
man-smell
.
He
closed
on
the
canvas
with
his
teeth
and
gave
a
gentle
tug
.
Nothing
happened
,
though
the
adjacent
portions
of
the
tepee
moved
.
He
tugged
harder
.
There
was
a
greater
movement
.
It
was
delightful
.
He
tugged
still
harder
,
and
repeatedly
,
until
the
whole
tepee
was
in
motion
.
Then
the
sharp
cry
of
a
squaw
inside
sent
him
scampering
back
to
Kiche
.
But
after
that
he
was
afraid
no
more
of
the
looming
bulks
of
the
tepees
.
A
moment
later
he
was
straying
away
again
from
his
mother
.
Her
stick
was
tied
to
a
peg
in
the
ground
and
she
could
not
follow
him
.
A
part-grown
puppy
,
somewhat
larger
and
older
than
he
,
came
toward
him
slowly
,
with
ostentatious
and
belligerent
importance
.
The
puppy
's
name
,
as
White
Fang
was
afterward
to
hear
him
called
,
was
Lip-lip
.
He
had
had
experience
in
puppy
fights
and
was
already
something
of
a
bully
.
Lip-lip
was
White
Fang
's
own
kind
,
and
,
being
only
a
puppy
,
did
not
seem
dangerous
;
so
White
Fang
prepared
to
meet
him
in
a
friendly
spirit
.
But
when
the
strangers
walk
became
stiff-legged
and
his
lips
lifted
clear
of
his
teeth
,
White
Fang
stiffened
too
,
and
answered
with
lifted
lips
.
They
half
circled
about
each
other
,
tentatively
,
snarling
and
bristling
.
This
lasted
several
minutes
,
and
White
Fang
was
beginning
to
enjoy
it
,
as
a
sort
of
game
.
But
suddenly
,
with
remarkable
swiftness
,
Lip-lip
leaped
in
,
delivering
a
slashing
snap
,
and
leaped
away
again
.
The
snap
had
taken
effect
on
the
shoulder
that
had
been
hurt
by
the
lynx
and
that
was
still
sore
deep
down
near
the
bone
.
The
surprise
and
hurt
of
it
brought
a
yelp
out
of
White
Fang
;
but
the
next
moment
,
in
a
rush
of
anger
,
he
was
upon
Lip-lip
and
snapping
viciously
.
But
Lip-lip
had
lived
his
life
in
camp
and
had
fought
many
puppy
fights
.
Three
times
,
four
times
,
and
half
a
dozen
times
,
his
sharp
little
teeth
scored
on
the
newcomer
,
until
White
Fang
,
yelping
shamelessly
,
fled
to
the
protection
of
his
mother
.
It
was
the
first
of
the
many
fights
he
was
to
have
with
Lip-lip
,
for
they
were
enemies
from
the
start
,
born
so
,
with
natures
destined
perpetually
to
clash
.
Kiche
licked
White
Fang
soothingly
with
her
tongue
,
and
tried
to
prevail
upon
him
to
remain
with
her
.
But
his
curiosity
was
rampant
,
and
several
minutes
later
he
was
venturing
forth
on
a
new
quest
.
He
came
upon
one
of
the
man-animals
,
Grey
Beaver
,
who
was
squatting
on
his
hams
and
doing
something
with
sticks
and
dry
moss
spread
before
him
on
the
ground
.
White
Fang
came
near
to
him
and
watched
.
Grey
Beaver
made
mouth-noises
which
White
Fang
interpreted
as
not
hostile
,
so
he
came
still
nearer
.
