第5章 THE LAW OF CLUB AND FANG(1)
Buck's first day on the Yea beach was like a nightmare.Every hour was filled with shock and surprise.He had been suddenly jerked from the heart of civilization and flung into the heart of things primordial.No lazy, sun-kissed life was this, with nothing to do but loaf and be bored.Here was neither peace, nor rest, nor a moment's safety.All was confusion and action, and every moment life and limb were in peril.There was imperative need to be constantly alert; for these dogs and men were not town dogs and men.They were savages, all of them, who knew no law but the law of club and fang.
He had never seen dogs fight as these wolfish creatures fought, and his first experience taught him an unforgettable lesson.it is true, it was a vicarious experience, else he would not have lived to profit by it.
Curly was the victim.They were camped near the log store, where she, in her friendly way, made advances to a husky dog the size of a full-grown wolf, though not half so large as she.There was no warning, only a leap in like a flash, a metallic clip of teeth, a leap out equally swift, and Curly's face was ripped open from eye to jaw.
It was the wolf manner of fighting, to strike and leap away; but there was more to it than this.Thirty or forty huskies ran to the spot and surrounded the combatants in an intent and silent circle.Buck did not comprehend that silent intentness, nor the eager way with which they were licking their chops.Curly rushed her antagonist, who struck again and leaped aside.
He met her next rush with his chest, in a peculiar fashion that tumbled her off her feet.She never regained them.This was what the onlooking huskies had waited for.They closed in upon her, snarling and yelping, and she was buried, screaming with agony, beneath the bristling mass of bodies.
So sudden was it, and so unexpected, that Buck was taken aback.He saw Spitz run out his scarlet tongue in a way he had of laughing; and he saw Francois, swinging an axe, spring into the mess of dogs.Three men with clubs were helping him to scatter them.It did not take long.Two minutes from the time Curly went down, the last of her assailants were clubbed off.But she lay there limp and lifeless in the bloody, trampled snow, almost literally torn to pieces, the swart half-breed standing over her and cursing horribly.The scene often came back to Buck to trouble him in his sleep.So that was the way.No fair play.Once down, that was the end of you.Well, he would see to it that he never went down.Spitz ran out his tongue and laughed again, and from that moment Buck hated him with a bitter and deathless hatred.
Before he had recovered from the shock caused by the tragic passing of Curly, he received another shock.Francois fastened upon him an arrangement of straps and buckles.It was a harness, such as he had seen the grooms put on the horses at home.And as he had seen horses work, so he was set to work, hauling Francois on a sled to the forest that fringed the valley, and returning with a load of firewood.Though his dignity was sorely hurt by thus being made a draught animal, he was too wise to rebel.He buckled down with a will and did his best, though it was all new and strange.Francois was stern, demanding instant obedience, and by virtue of his whip receiving instant obedience; while Dave, who was an experienced wheeler, nipped Buck's hindquarters whenever he was in error.Spitz was the leader, likewise experienced, and while he could not always get at Buck, he growled sharp reproof now and again, or cunningly threw his weight in the traces to jerk Buck into the way he should go.Buck learned easily, and under the combined tuition of his two mates and Francois made remarkable progress.Ere they returned to camp he knew enough to stop at "ho," to go ahead at "mush," to swing wide on the bends, and to keep clear of the wheeler when the loaded sled shot downhill at their heels.
"Three very good dogs," Francois told Perrault."Dat Buck, him pull like hell.I teach him quick as anything."By afternoon, Perrault, who was in a hurry to be on the trail with his dispatches, returned with two more dogs."Billee" and "Joe" he called them, two brothers, and true huskies both.Sons of the one mother though they were, they were different as day and night.Billee's one fault was his excessive good nature, while Joe was the very opposite, sour and introspective, with a perpetual snarl and a malignant eye.Buck received them in comradely fashion, Dave ignored them, while Spitz proceeded to thrash first one and then the other.Billee wagged his tail appeasingly, turned to run when he saw that appeasement was of no avail, and cried (still appeasingly)when Spitz's sharp teeth scored his flank.But no matter how Spitz circled, Joe whirled around on his heels to face him, mane bristling, ears laid back, lips writhing and snarling, jaws clipping together as fast as he could snap, and eyes diabolically gleaming--the incarnation of belligerent fear.So terrible was his appearance that Spitz was forced to forego disciplining him; but to cover his own discomfiture he turned upon the inoffensive and wailing Billee and drove him to the confines of the camp.
By evening Perrault secured another dog, an old husky, long and lean and gaunt, with a battle-scarred face and a single eye which flashed a warning of prowess that commanded respect.He was called Sol-leks, which means the Angry One.Like Dave, he asked nothing, gave nothing, expected nothing: and when he marched slowly and deliberately into their midst, even Spitz left him alone.he had one peculiarity which Buck was unlucky enough to discover.He did not like to be approached on his blind side.