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London, Jack

"The Son Of The Wolf"


? ? ? ? The wife of the King glanced at her card and inclined her head.




An Odyssey Of The North



? ? ? ? THE SLEDS WERE SINGING their eternal lament to the creaking of the harness and the tinkling bells of the leaders; but the men and dogs were tired and made no sound. The trail was heavy with new-fallen snow, and they had come far, and the runners, burdened with flint-like quarters of frozen moose, clung tenaciously to the unpacked surface and held back with a stubbornness almost human. Darkness was coming on, but there was no camp to pitch that night. The snow fell gently through the pulseless air, not in flakes, but in tiny frost crystals of delicate design. It was very warm- barely ten below zero- and the men did not mind. Meyers and Bettles had raised their ear flaps, while Malemute Kid had even taken off his mittens.


? ? ? ? The dogs had been fagged out early in the after noon, but they now began to show new vigor. Among the more astute there was a certain restlessness- an impatience at the restraint of the traces, an indecisive quickness of movement, a sniffing of snouts and pricking of ears. These became incensed at their more phlegmatic brothers, urging them on with numerous sly nips on their hinder quarters.


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