1 "It's springtime, and you won't get any more cold weather," the man replied.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter V. The Toil of Trace and Trail 2 At the first step upon the cold surface, Buck's feet sank into a white mushy something very like mud.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter I. Into the Primitive 3 Miserable and disconsolate, he wandered about among the many tents, only to find that one place was as cold as another.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter II. The Law of Club and Fang 4 Chance travellers might praise or pet him; but he was cold under it all, and from a too demonstrative man he would get up and walk away.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter VI. For the Love of a Man 5 And his cadences were their cadences, the cadences which voiced their woe and what to them was the meaning of the stiffness, and the cold, and dark.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter II. The Law of Club and Fang 6 But Spitz, cold and calculating even in his supreme moods, left the pack and cut across a narrow neck of land where the creek made a long bend around.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter III. The Dominant Primordial Beast 7 Buck made his hole in the snow and slept the sleep of the exhausted just, but all too early was routed out in the cold darkness and harnessed with his mates to the sled.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter II. The Law of Club and Fang 8 But a cold snap was on, the thermometer registering fifty below zero, and each time he broke through he was compelled for very life to build a fire and dry his garments.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter III. The Dominant Primordial Beast 9 When he moaned and sobbed, it was with the pain of living that was of old the pain of his wild fathers, and the fear and mystery of the cold and dark that was to them fear and mystery.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter III. The Dominant Primordial Beast 10 And when, on the still cold nights, he pointed his nose at a star and howled long and wolflike, it was his ancestors, dead and dust, pointing nose at star and howling down through the centuries and through him.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter II. The Law of Club and Fang 11 With the aurora borealis flaming coldly overhead, or the stars leaping in the frost dance, and the land numb and frozen under its pall of snow, this song of the huskies might have been the defiance of life, only it was pitched in minor key, with long-drawn wailings and half-sobs, and was more the pleading of life, the articulate travail of existence.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter III. The Dominant Primordial Beast