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White Fang

 
dc.contributor Library, of America
dc.contributor.author London, Jack
dc.coverage.placeName New York
dc.date.accessioned 2018-07-27
dc.date.accessioned 2019-07-04T09:55:48Z
dc.date.available 2019-07-04T09:55:48Z
dc.date.created 1906
dc.date.issued 1993-06-08
dc.identifier ota:1612
dc.identifier.citation http://purl.ox.ac.uk/ota/1612
dc.identifier.uri http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.12024/1612
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dc.language English
dc.language.iso eng
dc.publisher University of Oxford
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dc.rights Creative Commons - Attribution 3.0 Unported (CC BY 3.0)
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dc.rights.label PUB
dc.title White Fang
dc.type Text
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files.count 2
otaterms.date.range 1900-1999

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<Text id=LonFang> <Author>London, Jack</Author> <Title>White Fang</Title> <Edition>[Selections. 1982]. Library of America. New York: Literary Classics of the U.S., 1982</Edition> <Date>1906</Date> <body> <loc><locdoc>LonFang91</locdoc><milestone n=91> <div0 type=part n=1><div1 type=chapter n=1> <p> PART ONE <p> The Wild <p> I <i>The Trail of the Meat</i> <p>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 toward 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 . . .

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