1 Charles sat down on a log to rest.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter V. The Toil of Trace and Trail 2 But Charles and Hal did not know this.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter V. The Toil of Trace and Trail 3 Charles and Hal wrangled whenever Mercedes gave them a chance.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter V. The Toil of Trace and Trail 4 Hal guided at the gee-pole, and Charles stumbled along in the rear.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter V. The Toil of Trace and Trail 5 Charles and Hal went out in the evening and bought six Outside dogs.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter V. The Toil of Trace and Trail 6 Charles looked on wistfully, wiped his watery eyes, but did not get up because of his stiffness.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter V. The Toil of Trace and Trail 7 Charles turned his back and drew the lashings down as well as he could, which was not in the least well.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter V. The Toil of Trace and Trail 8 She shook her head decidedly, and Charles and Hal put the last odds and ends on top the mountainous load.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter V. The Toil of Trace and Trail 9 They saw Charles turn and make one step to run back, and then a whole section of ice give way and dogs and humans disappear.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter V. The Toil of Trace and Trail 10 Charles and Hal begged her to get off and walk, pleaded with her, entreated, the while she wept and importuned Heaven with a recital of their brutality.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter V. The Toil of Trace and Trail 11 Charles was a middle-aged, lightish-colored man, with weak and watery eyes and a mustache that twisted fiercely and vigorously up, giving the lie to the limply drooping lip it concealed.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter V. The Toil of Trace and Trail 12 With the dogs falling, Mercedes weeping and riding, Hal swearing innocuously, and Charles's eyes wistfully watering, they staggered into John Thornton's camp at the mouth of White River.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter V. The Toil of Trace and Trail 13 And that Charles's sister's tale-bearing tongue should be relevant to the building of a Yukon fire, was apparent only to Mercedes, who disburdened herself of copious opinions upon that topic, and incidentally upon a few other traits unpleasantly peculiar to her husband's family.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter V. The Toil of Trace and Trail 14 That Hal's views on art, or the sort of society plays his mother's brother wrote, should have anything to do with the chopping of a few sticks of firewood, passes comprehension; nevertheless the quarrel was as likely to tend in that direction as in the direction of Charles's political prejudices.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter V. The Toil of Trace and Trail