1 The tracks is there in the snow now.
White Fang By Jack LondonContextHighlight In PART 1: CHAPTER I THE TRAIL OF THE MEAT 2 It was made of stout birch-bark, and its full surface rested on the snow.
White Fang By Jack LondonContextHighlight In PART 1: CHAPTER I THE TRAIL OF THE MEAT 3 It was to the rear, somewhere in the snow expanse they had just traversed.
White Fang By Jack LondonContextHighlight In PART 1: CHAPTER I THE TRAIL OF THE MEAT 4 But One Ear broke into a run across the snow, his traces trailing behind him.
5 And there, out in the snow of their back track, was the she-wolf waiting for him.
6 "I saw the other one run off across the snow," Bill announced with cool positiveness.
White Fang By Jack LondonContextHighlight In PART 1: CHAPTER I THE TRAIL OF THE MEAT 7 Fully a score he could count, staring hungrily at him or calmly sleeping in the snow.
8 The dogs had lain down in the snow, and he walked past them to join his partner in the sled.
9 She was not more than half a dozen feet away sitting in the snow and wistfully regarding him.
10 He straightened up in time to see a dim form disappearing across the snow into the shelter of the dark.
11 Here and there he could see one curled up in the snow like a dog, taking the sleep that was now denied himself.
12 Flinging his brands at the nearest of his enemies, the man thrust his smouldering mittens into the snow and stamped about to cool his feet.
13 Then, approaching at right angles to the trail and cutting off his retreat they saw a dozen wolves, lean and grey, bounding across the snow.
14 The front end of the sled was turned up, like a scroll, in order to force down and under the bore of soft snow that surged like a wave before it.
White Fang By Jack LondonContextHighlight In PART 1: CHAPTER I THE TRAIL OF THE MEAT 15 Somewhere out there in the snow, screened from his sight by trees and thickets, Henry knew that the wolf-pack, One Ear, and Bill were coming together.
16 Bill had finished his pipe and was helping his companion to spread the bed of fur and blanket upon the spruce boughs which he had laid over the snow before supper.
White Fang By Jack LondonContextHighlight In PART 1: CHAPTER I THE TRAIL OF THE MEAT 17 On every side, wherever the live coals had fallen, the snow was sizzling, and every little while a retiring wolf, with wild leap and snort and snarl, announced that one such live coal had been stepped upon.
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