1 It was misunderstood for fear, and such misunderstandings made for death.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter VI. For the Love of a Man 2 For the pride of trace and trail was his, and, sick unto death, he could not bear that another dog should do his work.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter IV. Who Has Won to Mastership 3 He even went out of his way to bully Buck, striving constantly to start the fight which could end only in the death of one or the other.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter III. The Dominant Primordial Beast 4 Only Spitz quivered and bristled as he staggered back and forth, snarling with horrible menace, as though to frighten off impending death.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter III. The Dominant Primordial Beast 5 It marked his adaptability, his capacity to adjust himself to changing conditions, the lack of which would have meant swift and terrible death.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter II. The Law of Club and Fang 6 It is a saying of the country that an Outside dog starves to death on the ration of the husky, so the six Outside dogs under Buck could do no less than die on half the ration of the husky.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter V. The Toil of Trace and Trail 7 And amid all this bursting, rending, throbbing of awakening life, under the blazing sun and through the soft-sighing breezes, like wayfarers to death, staggered the two men, the woman, and the huskies.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter V. The Toil of Trace and Trail 8 Three hundredweight more than half a ton he weighed; he had lived a long, strong life, full of fight and struggle, and at the end he faced death at the teeth of a creature whose head did not reach beyond his great knuckled knees.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter VII. The Sounding of the Call 9 He was mastered by the sheer surging of life, the tidal wave of being, the perfect joy of each separate muscle, joint, and sinew in that it was everything that was not death, that it was aglow and rampant, expressing itself in movement, flying exultantly under the stars and over the face of dead matter that did not move.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter III. The Dominant Primordial Beast 10 Sometimes he thought of Judge Miller's big house in the sun-kissed Santa Clara Valley, and of the cement swimming-tank, and Ysabel, the Mexican hairless, and Toots, the Japanese pug; but oftener he remembered the man in the red sweater, the death of Curly, the great fight with Spitz, and the good things he had eaten or would like to eat.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter IV. Who Has Won to Mastership