1 More of this white stuff was falling through the air.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter I. Into the Primitive 2 Over the whiteness and silence brooded a ghostly calm.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter III. The Dominant Primordial Beast 3 In vain Buck strove to sink his teeth in the neck of the big white dog.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter III. The Dominant Primordial Beast 4 There was a crunch of breaking bone, and the white dog faced him on three legs.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter III. The Dominant Primordial Beast 5 The tongues of all were out and lolling, the white fangs showing cruelly white in the moonlight.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter VII. The Sounding of the Call 6 At the first step upon the cold surface, Buck's feet sank into a white mushy something very like mud.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter I. Into the Primitive 7 He lay down low to the race, whining eagerly, his splendid body flashing forward, leap by leap, in the wan white moonlight.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter III. The Dominant Primordial Beast 8 The rabbit could not turn, and as the white teeth broke its back in mid air it shrieked as loudly as a stricken man may shriek.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter III. The Dominant Primordial Beast 9 The years were not many when the Yeehats noted a change in the breed of timber wolves; for some were seen with splashes of brown on head and muzzle, and with a rift of white centring down the chest.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter VII. The Sounding of the Call 10 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 11 Ere he landed on his feet, he saw the white camp spread out before him and knew where he was and remembered all that had passed from the time he went for a stroll with Manuel to the hole he had dug for himself the night before.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter II. The Law of Club and Fang