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It was in the air. White Fang sensed the coming calamity, even before there was tangible evidence of it. In vague ways it was borne in upon him that a change was impending. He knew not how nor why,
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It was in the air. White Fang sensed the coming calamity, even before there was tangible evidence of it. In vague ways it was borne in upon him that a change was impending. He knew not how nor why,
It was about this time that the newspapers were full of the daring escape of a convict from San Quentin prison. He was…
The months came and went. There was plenty of food and no work in the Southland, and White Fang lived fat and prospero…
Not only was White Fang adaptable by nature, but he had travelled much, and knew the meaning and necessity of adjustmen…
White Fang landed from the steamer in San Francisco. He was appalled. Deep in him, below any reasoning process or act…
As White Fang watched Weedon Scott approach, he bristled and snarled to advertise that he would not submit to punishmen…
“It’s hopeless,” Weedon Scott confessed. He sat on the step of his cabin and stared at the dog-musher, who responded wi…
Beauty Smith slipped the chain from his neck and stepped back. For once White Fang did not make an immediate attack. H…
Under the tutelage of the mad god, White Fang became a fiend. He was kept chained in a pen at the rear of the fort, an…
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