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In
addition
to
being
exhibited
he
was
a
professional
fighting
animal
.
At
irregular
intervals
,
whenever
a
fight
could
be
arranged
,
he
was
taken
out
of
his
cage
and
led
off
into
the
woods
a
few
miles
from
town
.
Usually
this
occurred
at
night
,
so
as
to
avoid
interference
from
the
mounted
police
of
the
Territory
.
After
a
few
hours
of
waiting
,
when
daylight
had
come
,
the
audience
and
the
dog
with
which
he
was
to
fight
arrived
.
In
this
manner
it
came
about
that
he
fought
all
sizes
and
breeds
of
dogs
.
It
was
a
savage
land
,
the
men
were
savage
,
and
the
fights
were
usually
to
the
death
.
Since
White
Fang
continued
to
fight
,
it
is
obvious
that
it
was
the
other
dogs
that
died
.
He
never
knew
defeat
.
His
early
training
,
when
he
fought
with
Lip-lip
and
the
whole
puppy-pack
,
stood
him
in
good
stead
.
There
was
the
tenacity
with
which
he
clung
to
the
earth
.
No
dog
could
make
him
lose
his
footing
.
This
was
the
favourite
trick
of
the
wolf
breeds
--
to
rush
in
upon
him
,
either
directly
or
with
an
unexpected
swerve
,
in
the
hope
of
striking
his
shoulder
and
overthrowing
him
.
Mackenzie
hounds
,
Eskimo
and
Labrador
dogs
,
huskies
and
Malemutes
--
all
tried
it
on
him
,
and
all
failed
.
He
was
never
known
to
lose
his
footing
.
Men
told
this
to
one
another
,
and
looked
each
time
to
see
it
happen
;
but
White
Fang
always
disappointed
them
.
Then
there
was
his
lightning
quickness
.
It
gave
him
a
tremendous
advantage
over
his
antagonists
.
No
matter
what
their
fighting
experience
,
they
had
never
encountered
a
dog
that
moved
so
swiftly
as
he
.
Also
to
be
reckoned
with
,
was
the
immediateness
of
his
attack
.
The
average
dog
was
accustomed
to
the
preliminaries
of
snarling
and
bristling
and
growling
,
and
the
average
dog
was
knocked
off
his
feet
and
finished
before
he
had
begun
to
fight
or
recovered
from
his
surprise
.
So
often
did
this
happen
,
that
it
became
the
custom
to
hold
White
Fang
until
the
other
dog
went
through
its
preliminaries
,
was
good
and
ready
,
and
even
made
the
first
attack
.
But
greatest
of
all
the
advantages
in
White
Fang
's
favour
,
was
his
experience
.
He
knew
more
about
fighting
than
did
any
of
the
dogs
that
faced
him
.
He
had
fought
more
fights
,
knew
how
to
meet
more
tricks
and
methods
,
and
had
more
tricks
himself
,
while
his
own
method
was
scarcely
to
be
improved
upon
.
As
the
time
went
by
,
he
had
fewer
and
fewer
fights
.
Men
despaired
of
matching
him
with
an
equal
,
and
Beauty
Smith
was
compelled
to
pit
wolves
against
him
.
These
were
trapped
by
the
Indians
for
the
purpose
,
and
a
fight
between
White
Fang
and
a
wolf
was
always
sure
to
draw
a
crowd
.
Once
,
a
full-grown
female
lynx
was
secured
,
and
this
time
White
Fang
fought
for
his
life
.
Her
quickness
matched
his
;
her
ferocity
equalled
his
;
while
he
fought
with
his
fangs
alone
,
and
she
fought
with
her
sharp
~
clawed
feet
as
well
.
But
after
the
lynx
,
all
fighting
ceased
for
White
Fang
.
There
were
no
more
animals
with
which
to
fight
--
at
least
,
there
was
none
considered
worthy
of
fighting
with
him
.
So
he
remained
on
exhibition
until
spring
,
when
one
Tim
Keenan
,
a
faro-dealer
,
arrived
in
the
land
.
With
him
came
the
first
bull-dog
that
had
ever
entered
the
Klondike
.
That
this
dog
and
White
Fang
should
come
together
was
inevitable
,
and
for
a
week
the
anticipated
fight
was
the
mainspring
of
conversation
in
certain
quarters
of
the
town
.
Beauty
Smith
slipped
the
chain
from
his
neck
and
stepped
back
.
For
once
White
Fang
did
not
make
an
immediate
attack
.
He
stood
still
,
ears
pricked
forward
,
alert
and
curious
,
surveying
the
strange
animal
that
faced
him
.
He
had
never
seen
such
a
dog
before
.
Tim
Keenan
shoved
the
bull-dog
forward
with
a
muttered
"
Go
to
it
.
"
The
animal
waddled
toward
the
centre
of
the
circle
,
short
and
squat
and
ungainly
.
He
came
to
a
stop
and
blinked
across
at
White
Fang
.
