To build a fire / Jack London
dc.contributor | Dell, Thomas Internet Wiretap |
dc.contributor.author | London, Jack, 1876-1916 |
dc.coverage.placeName | s.l. |
dc.date.accessioned | 2018-07-27 |
dc.date.accessioned | 2019-07-04T09:59:32Z |
dc.date.available | 2019-07-04T09:59:32Z |
dc.date.created | 1902 |
dc.date.issued | 1993-05-20 |
dc.identifier | ota:1871 |
dc.identifier.citation | http://purl.ox.ac.uk/ota/1871 |
dc.identifier.uri | http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.12024/1871 |
dc.description.abstract | Resource deposited with the Oxford Text Archive. |
dc.format.extent | Text data (1 file : ca. 41 KB) |
dc.format.medium | Digital bitstream |
dc.language | English |
dc.language.iso | eng |
dc.publisher | University of Oxford |
dc.relation.ispartof | Oxford Text Archive Core Collection |
dc.rights | Distributed by the University of Oxford under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. |
dc.rights.uri | http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/ |
dc.rights.label | PUB |
dc.subject.lcsh | American fiction -- 20th century |
dc.subject.other | Short stories |
dc.title | To build a fire / Jack London |
dc.type | Text |
has.files | yes |
branding | Oxford Text Archive |
files.size | 45888 |
files.count | 2 |
otaterms.date.range | 1900-1999 |
This item is
Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported (CC BY-NC-SA 3.0)
Publicly Available
and licensed under:Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported (CC BY-NC-SA 3.0)
Files for this item
Download all local files for this item (44.81 KB)

- Name
- fire-1871.txt
- Size
- 40.63 KB
- Format
- Text file
- Description
- Version of the work in plain text format
Revised by:
Combat Arms BBS
P.O. Box 913
Portland, Oregon 97207-0913
Voice: (503) 223-3160
BBS: (503) 221-1777
Fido 1:105/68
February 20, 1993
TO BUILD A FIRE
by
Jack London
"He was quick and alert in the things of life, but
only in the things, and not in the significances."
----------------------
DAY HAD BROKEN cold and gray, exceedingly cold and gray,
when the man turned aside from the main Yukon trail and climbed
the high earth-bank, where a dim and little-travelled trail led
eastward through the fat spruce timberland. It was a steep bank,
and he paused for breath at the top, excusing the act to himself
by looking at his . . .