1 In the summers there is one visitor, however, to that valley, of which the Yeehats do not know.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter VII. The Sounding of the Call 2 Each fall, when the Yeehats follow the movement of the moose, there is a certain valley which they never enter.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter VII. The Sounding of the Call 3 And women there are who become sad when the word goes over the fire of how the Evil Spirit came to select that valley for an abiding-place.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter VII. The Sounding of the Call 4 As the fall of the year came on, the moose appeared in greater abundance, moving slowly down to meet the winter in the lower and less rigorous valleys.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter VII. The Sounding of the Call 5 They scattered far and wide over the country, and it was not till a week later that the last of the survivors gathered together in a lower valley and counted their losses.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter VII. The Sounding of the Call 6 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 7 He was oppressed with a sense of calamity happening, if it were not calamity already happened; and as he crossed the last watershed and dropped down into the valley toward camp, he proceeded with greater caution.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter VII. The Sounding of the Call 8 Spring came on once more, and at the end of all their wandering they found, not the Lost Cabin, but a shallow placer in a broad valley where the gold showed like yellow butter across the bottom of the washing-pan.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter VII. The Sounding of the Call 9 They went across divides in summer blizzards, shivered under the midnight sun on naked mountains between the timber line and the eternal snows, dropped into summer valleys amid swarming gnats and flies, and in the shadows of glaciers picked strawberries and flowers as ripe and fair as any the Southland could boast.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter VII. The Sounding of the Call 10 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