1 The hair of this man was long and matted, and his head slanted back under it from the eyes.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter IV. Who Has Won to Mastership 2 The hair hung down, limp and draggled, or matted with dried blood where Hal's club had bruised him.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter V. The Toil of Trace and Trail 3 He was all but naked, a ragged and fire-scorched skin hanging part way down his back, but on his body there was much hair.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter IV. Who Has Won to Mastership 4 Three miles away he came upon a fresh trail that sent his neck hair rippling and bristling, It led straight toward camp and John Thornton.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter VII. The Sounding of the Call 5 At the same instant Buck peered out where the spruce-bough lodge had been and saw what made his hair leap straight up on his neck and shoulders.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter VII. The Sounding of the Call 6 And Buck was truly a red-eyed devil, as he drew himself together for the spring, hair bristling, mouth foaming, a mad glitter in his blood-shot eyes.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter I. Into the Primitive 7 When Thornton passed a caressing hand along his back, a snapping and crackling followed the hand, each hair discharging its pent magnetism at the contact.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter VII. The Sounding of the Call 8 As he spoke he fearlessly patted the head he had so mercilessly pounded, and though Buck's hair involuntarily bristled at touch of the hand, he endured it without protest.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter I. Into the Primitive 9 Down the neck and across the shoulders, his mane, in repose as it was, half bristled and seemed to lift with every movement, as though excess of vigor made each particular hair alive and active.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter VI. For the Love of a Man 10 Buck did not read the newspapers, or he would have known that trouble was brewing, not alone for himself, but for every tide-water dog, strong of muscle and with warm, long hair, from Puget Sound to San Diego.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter I. Into the Primitive 11 But for the stray brown on his muzzle and above his eyes, and for the splash of white hair that ran midmost down his chest, he might well have been mistaken for a gigantic wolf, larger than the largest of the breed.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter VII. The Sounding of the Call 12 In its frozen state it was more like strips of galvanized iron, and when a dog wrestled it into his stomach it thawed into thin and innutritious leathery strings and into a mass of short hair, irritating and indigestible.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter V. The Toil of Trace and Trail 13 The muscles of his whole body contracted spasmodically and instinctively, the hair on his neck and shoulders stood on end, and with a ferocious snarl he bounded straight up into the blinding day, the snow flying about him in a flashing cloud.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter II. The Law of Club and Fang 14 They cursed him, and his fathers and mothers before him, and all his seed to come after him down to the remotest generation, and every hair on his body and drop of blood in his veins; and he answered curse with snarl and kept out of their reach.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter IV. Who Has Won to Mastership