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 |
| dc.relation.ispartof | Oxford Text Archive Core Collection |
| dc.rights | Creative Commons - Attribution 3.0 Unported (CC BY 3.0) |
| dc.rights.uri | http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/ |
| dc.rights.label | PUB |
| dc.title | White Fang |
| dc.type | Text |
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| branding | Oxford Text Archive |
| files.size | 427961 |
| files.count | 2 |
| otaterms.date.range | 1900-1999 |
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<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>
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<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 . . .
