"Dark spruce forest frowned on either side the frozen waterway. The trees had been stripped by a recent wind of their white covering of frost, and they seemed to lean towards each other, black and ominous, in the fading light. A vast silence reigned over the land. The land itself was a desolation, lifeless, without movement, so lone and cold that the spirit of it was not even that of sadness. There was a hint in it of laughter, but of a laughter more terrible than any sadness-a laughter that was mirthless as the smile of the sphinx, a laughter cold as the frost and partaking of the grimness of infallibility. It was the masterful and incommunicable wisdom of eternity laughing at the futility of life and the effort of life. It was the Wild, the savage, frozen-hearted Northland Wild…"
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Джек Лондон. White Fang
PART I
CHAPTER I-THE TRAIL OF THE MEAT
CHAPTER II-THE SHE-WOLF
CHAPTER III-THE HUNGER CRY
PART II
CHAPTER I-THE BATTLE OF THE FANGS
CHAPTER II-THE LAIR
CHAPTER III-THE GREY CUB
CHAPTER IV-THE WALL OF THE WORLD
CHAPTER V-THE LAW OF MEAT
PART III
CHAPTER I-THE MAKERS OF FIRE
CHAPTER II-THE BONDAGE
CHAPTER III-THE OUTCAST
CHAPTER IV-THE TRAIL OF THE GODS
CHAPTER V-THE COVENANT
CHAPTER VI-THE FAMINE
PART IV
CHAPTER I-THE ENEMY OF HIS KIND
CHAPTER II-THE MAD GOD
CHAPTER III-THE REIGN OF HATE
CHAPTER IV-THE CLINGING DEATH
CHAPTER V-THE INDOMITABLE
CHAPTER VI-THE LOVE-MASTER
PART V
CHAPTER I-THE LONG TRAIL
CHAPTER II-THE SOUTHLAND
CHAPTER III-THE GOD'S DOMAIN
CHAPTER IV-THE CALL OF KIND
CHAPTER V-THE SLEEPING WOLF
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Dark spruce forest frowned on either side the frozen waterway. The trees had been stripped by a recent wind of their white covering of frost, and they seemed to lean towards each other, black and ominous, in the fading light. A vast silence reigned over the land. The land itself was a desolation, lifeless, without movement, so lone and cold that the spirit of it was not even that of sadness. There was a hint in it of laughter, but of a laughter more terrible than any sadness-a laughter that was mirthless as the smile of the sphinx, a laughter cold as the frost and partaking of the grimness of infallibility. It was the masterful and incommunicable wisdom of eternity laughing at the futility of life and the effort of life. It was the Wild, the savage, frozen-hearted Northland Wild.
But there WAS life, abroad in the land and defiant. Down the frozen waterway toiled a string of wolfish dogs. Their bristly fur was rimed with frost. Their breath froze in the air as it left their mouths, spouting forth in spumes of vapour that settled upon the hair of their bodies and formed into crystals of frost. Leather harness was on the dogs, and leather traces attached them to a sled which dragged along behind. The sled was without runners. It was made of stout birch-bark, and its full surface rested on the snow. The front end of the sled was turned up, like a scroll, in order to force down and under the bore of soft snow that surged like a wave before it. On the sled, securely lashed, was a long and narrow oblong box. There were other things on the sled-blankets, an axe, and a coffee-pot and frying-pan; but prominent, occupying most of the space, was the long and narrow oblong box.
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"Henry," he said. "Oh, Henry."
Henry groaned as he passed from sleep to waking, and demanded, "What's wrong now?"
