1 When the man brought him water he drank eagerly, and later bolted a generous meal of raw meat, chunk by chunk, from the man's hand.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter I. Into the Primitive 2 A carnivorous animal living on a straight meat diet, he was in full flower, at the high tide of his life, overspilling with vigor and virility.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter VII. The Sounding of the Call 3 There was nothing for the dogs to do, save the hauling in of meat now and again that Thornton killed, and Buck spent long hours musing by the fire.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter VII. The Sounding of the Call 4 He was ranging at the head of the pack, running the wild thing down, the living meat, to kill with his own teeth and wash his muzzle to the eyes in warm blood.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter III. The Dominant Primordial Beast 5 In vague ways he remembered back to the youth of the breed, to the time the wild dogs ranged in packs through the primeval forest and killed their meat as they ran it down.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter II. The Law of Club and Fang 6 There he wandered for a week, seeking vainly for fresh sign of the wild brother, killing his meat as he travelled and travelling with the long, easy lope that seems never to tire.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter VII. The Sounding of the Call 7 So, on this great journey into the East, straight meat was the bill of fare, ammunition and tools principally made up the load on the sled, and the time-card was drawn upon the limitless future.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter VII. The Sounding of the Call 8 Hunting their living meat, as the Yeehats were hunting it, on the flanks of the migrating moose, the wolf pack had at last crossed over from the land of streams and timber and invaded Buck's valley.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter VII. The Sounding of the Call 9 When the long winter nights come on and the wolves follow their meat into the lower valleys, he may be seen running at the head of the pack through the pale moonlight or glimmering borealis, leaping gigantic above his fellows, his great throat a-bellow as he sings a song of the younger world, which is the song of the pack.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter VII. The Sounding of the Call