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id: 1056
type: WORK_OF_ART
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  ''The sea is still and deep; All things within its bosom sleep; A single step and all is o''er, A plunge


id: 6455
type: WORK_OF_ART
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  Fischer and Speiser are both agreed on the paucity of unit-characters that circulate in the heredity of the lesser races as compared with the immense variety of unit-characters in say the French,


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id: 14654
title: A Daughter of the Snows
author: London, Jack
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  Frona reached out and took his hand, and said, "You are a brave man." "Frona Welse?" Vance Corliss was repeating to himself. "Don''t come on these nights," Frona whispered to Corliss at parting. First, and above all, Vance Corliss was drawn to Frona Welse because of You are,--I know you, you see,--you are Jacob Welse''s daughter, Frona By this time they had reached the wood-trail, and Frona''s face was Frona''s face went blank at the telling, then the laughter came back Matt McCarthy speedily reached a verdict upon spending an hour with St. Vincent at Jacob Welse''s,--and this in face of the fact that what Jacob Welse put both hands on Frona''s shoulders, and his eyes spoke the this, Frona," turning her face up to his, "understand above all things that"--to Corliss, at the same time facing his hand--"fifteen-eight, But Corliss looked back, and so did Frona.


id: 14658
title: The Road
author: London, Jack
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  the car-ends are not "blind." When the train is going as fast as the train stops, I know those shacks will fusillade me with rocks. mile, I rise to my feet and walk down the train half a dozen cars. right, I''ll give him the run of his life, for my wind is good. went like clockwork, fifteen seconds to a hobo--and thirty days. "Thirty days," said his Honor, and called another hobo''s name. judge began talking at the same time, and he said, "Thirty days." I tramped steadily by, each man reaching with his right hand and taking half a dozen hall-men went inside and did a bit of man-handling. at night, for speed, and in the day-time riding in box-cars and see our hands in front of our faces, like a pair of blind men we The freight got under way, and we lay down in one end of the box-car


id: 16257
title: The Turtles of Tasman
author: London, Jack
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  was the only man who dared run the bar in the dark, and that last time, love-calls on their leader of old and unforgetable days, and Frederick Small wonder Tom had made a failure of life--and come home to die. know any time a few thousands will help you_." He looked at the date, A man could sleep in only one bed at a time--Tom had said that. pinned, night and day, in his chair for the last two years of his life. his wife fought like cats and dogs, and that day Doctor Mandeville told The little girl took the mother''s hand, and she, in turn, looked at him "Good-bye." The little girl held out her hand, and her eyes lighted watch, men and dogs and a sled loaded with life, passed out, bound south "The day''s half done," Linday said to the Swede, at the end of the hand,


id: 28693
title: Tales of the Fish Patrol
author: London, Jack
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  time the salmon boat had collected its twelve prisoners and came Several days passed after the visit of Big Alec, during which Charley had passed; "we can wait some slack water till Big Alec has run his line and returned ashore, we went out in the salmon boat. "A good catch, I guess," Charley said, pointing to the heaps of oysters, Mr. Taft''s beds were three miles away, and for a long time we rowed "I''ve always heard that Greeks don''t like Italians," Charley laughed, We in the salmon boat, sailing close on the wind, tacked about and "Keep going, Charley, one time more," I said. it," as Charley said, while it took up all our time and prevented us "Well, Charley," Neil Partington said, as we discussed it on the wharf Yet Charley was sailing our boat as finely and "Slack away the sheet," Charley commanded; and as our boat fell off


id: 18062
title: Stories of Ships and the Sea
author: London, Jack
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  seaman sing out, ''Boy, der water-jug!'' you vood jump quick, like a shot, when the order came forward for the watch on deck to stand by to heave The sailing-master gave his last orders, and away we went, pulling three white, over which the light wind swept on its way out to sea. Away we went before the wind with a single reef in our sail. The _Mary Thomas_ ran into the eye of the wind, lost headway, and fell "Be a good boy, Bub," the captain called to him, as the boat drew away For Old Jerry had been a sailor, and had followed the sea till middle Old Jerry never went back to the sea. "We''ve got to get across, Jerry," Spillane said, at the same time It was not the first time Jerry had worked the cable, but it was the


id: 21936
title: Theft: A Play In Four Acts
author: London, Jack
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  (_Man-servant enters, goes to tea-table, looks it over, and makes (_Steps half way to meet him and shakes hands with him._) (_Mrs. Starkweather looks around helplessly for a chair, and Chalmers (_Voices of Margaret Chalmers and of Tommy heard from without. (_Margaret kisses him._) (_Exit Tommy, Mrs. Starkweather, and Linda, (_Chalmers and Hubbard make exit to right._) (_Margaret puts her into the hands of scoundrels like that man Knox and smashes to tea-table._) (_Chalmers and Hubbard enter from right, laughing (_Knox comes forward to Margaret, betraying a certain awkwardness (_Knox looks at Starkweather and is plainly perplexed._) The man (_As Knox shakes hands with Margaret, Sakari arises and comes (_Chalmers and Hubbard wait a moment, standing, while Starkweather (_Margaret comes back and stands by chair._) You shall not leave (_Starkweather nods and looks at Margaret._) (_Door at left rear (_Looking shrewdly at Margaret, to Dobleman._) Mrs. Chalmer''s maid


id: 22104
title: The Acorn-Planter A California Forest Play (1916)
author: London, Jack
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  the white men follows, and Red Cloud, dying, Red Cloud, first man of the Nishinam! The Sun Man fights with the thunder in his hand. The Sun Man will bear the thunder in his hand. The Sun Man will bear the thunder in his hand. The Sun Man will bear the thunder in his hand. The Sun Man will bear the thunder in his hand. _(Sun Man, with handful of followers, singing I am Red Cloud, the first man. In the day the Sun Man comes, In the day the Sun Man comes, In the day the Sun Man comes, Now shall the Sun Man die that the Nishinam Chief himself kills the Sun Man.)_ The War Chief of long ago slew the Sun Man. The Sun Man planted acorns, The Sun Man was an acorn-planter, and we Sun Men--war chiefs who carry the thunder in many Sun Men--war chiefs and cloth-makers


id: 14449
title: Dutch Courage and Other Stories
author: London, Jack
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  Life," "Lost Face," "When God Laughs," and later groups like "South Sea Gus Lafee did not reply, but turned away to start the fire and begin The sailing-master gave his last orders, and away we went, pulling three white, over which the light wind swept on its way out to sea. Away we went before the wind with a single reef in our sail. boat as it was slacked away to the water, and its crew sliding aboard. "Be a good boy, Bub," the captain called to him, as the boat drew away "We''ve got to get across, Jerry," Spillane said, at the same time seaman sing out, ''Boy, der water-jug!'' you vood jump quick, like a shot, "Men lived in those days," Paul said, so suddenly as to startle me from way the little man either got his knife-hand jammed or fell upon it, for


id: 318
title: John Barleycorn
author: London, Jack
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  life lives, and John Barleycorn gives them the lie." I was five years old the first time I got drunk. To this day I conquer it every time I take a drink. until, after long years, the time should come when I would look up John made men happy in spending good money for beer for a fellow like me who that I was a good fellow ashore with my money, buying drinks like a man. wharf and got ashore in the congregating places of men, where drink Drink as I would, I couldn''t come to like John Barleycorn. Nelson had seen drink-crazed men, and thought I wanted to throw myself And I, the long time intimate of John Barleycorn, knew just what he I never took a drink until my day''s work of writing I took another drink every time John Barleycorn reminded me of what


id: 710
title: Love of Life, and Other Stories
author: London, Jack
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  "Then let old Ebbits teach the white man wisdom," I said softly. "Look you, O White Man," he said. man drank much whiskey, and in the night-time came to Yamikan''s house and Yamikan does not like to die, so he kills the white man. "And he has strange things to tell of the way of the white man, for he "But there was no way to go to the white man''s country," said Zilla. white man''s land under the sun, and he grew sick and weary like an old And this strange white man likes best the bones of long time ago "Negook and Hadikwan, you have heard the white man''s words," Edith said and the dogs, come to see the way of the white man''s law. Dennin shuffled his feet on the barrel, looked down bashfully like a man know that for which they look is the man with the one eye.


id: 746
title: Burning Daylight
author: London, Jack
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  Few men knew Elam Harnish by any other name than Burning Daylight, the "I sure got it to-night," Burning Daylight answered with enthusiasm, When Burning Daylight went on the tear, no man cared to miss "And I''m sure going to win, and sixty days is a long time between "I think we come near sixty miles," said Daylight. trail largely by instinct; and Daylight knew that his time-estimate had passed that camp next day Daylight paused only long enough to get the places where Daylight might look forward to meeting men. The time passed, and Daylight played on at the game. for a big man like Daylight. that old-time Daylight who had come down out of the North to try his things took time, and Dede and Daylight were not in a hurry. And Daylight, like the old man he once had met, himself went down the


id: 2415
title: The Mutiny of the Elsinore
author: London, Jack
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  recollect, as I turned aft down the deck, that I saw Captain West leaning Out on deck again, I saw Captain West on the poop, hands Mr. Pike, taking no notice of the man who lay groaning on the deck, stood Small wonder that Miss West remains sea-sick on an ocean like this, which masters--for Captain West, for Mr. Pike, yes, and for Mr. Mellaire, ship in a circle of flashing sea, while Captain West dreams of his far the men on watch, the look-out on the forecastle head, the man at the "Father _knows_ the sea," Miss West said to me this afternoon. long sea voyage with a woman like Miss West. "What does the devil look like, my man?" Captain West asked. And as I went for''ard through the wall of darkness after Mr. Pike and Mr. Mellaire along the freezing, slender, sea-swept bridge--not a sailor


id: 2416
title: The House of Pride, and Other Tales of Hawaii
author: London, Jack
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  "Look here, Ford, isn''t it time you let up on Joe Garland? "Yes, I know," Percival Ford said slowly. Joe Garland lives like a good fellow. you will, all right--Isaac Ford''s son--Joe Garland--your brother." Percival Ford looked at the Kanaka half-breed who played under the _hau_ "You tell that man I want to see him," he said, pointing out Joe Garland. "But I didn''t know," Percival Ford said in the same dry fashion. a judge over men and a man with honour, but who is now a hunted rat, like "Life is short, and the days are filled with pain," said Koolau. "We want Koolau, the leper," answered the man who led the native police, "I want you, if you are Koolau the leper," came the answer. Two years later, and for the last time, Koolau crawled into a thicket and employer, told him; but Ah Chun knew his own mind best, and for knowing


id: 2377
title: The Son of the Wolf
author: London, Jack
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  travels twenty sleeps on the Long Trail is a man whom the gods may envy. Leaving the girl crying softly over her man, Malemute Kid slipped into had looked into the eyes of men before, and he knew it was a man who cabin, Malemute Kid talked long to little purpose. the man on trail this night; may his grub hold out; may his dogs keep the man on trail this night; may his grub hold out; may his dogs keep things, and one night there came a knock at Malemute Kid''s door. If Malemute Kid, who knew all things, said so, why it was so. But Malemute Kid did know, and he had a good eye for measures; so he ''And in that silent sea we saw no man till we were ready to come away. was a great silence, and in each man''s eyes many pictures came and went.


id: 4953
title: Revolution, and Other Essays
author: London, Jack
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  demonstrating the fact that the class-conscious working-men have become ease away from you, and in that day you shall work for your bread even as to-day, in the United States, are 80,000 children working out their lives concerned, there is no good capitalist and no bad working-man. million men of the working-class say that they are going to get the rest tribe, or tell a man living in bourgeois society that he has failed to times better remunerated than in the old days, and they were not worked And these things must remain true until the end of man''s time upon the I am still a long way from the house I have in my mind some day to build, for their leisure time and human life--if I have to work Sundays to pay When a man like Mr. Hornaday comes along, Mr. Burroughs works a variation of the trick on him.


id: 1688
title: The People of the Abyss
author: London, Jack
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  "So many people come ''ere lookin'' for work," Mrs. Johnny Upright fringe of the city, live the small business men, little managers, and steady, respectable man, never missin'' a night''s work in the time ''e''s In good times, when there was a rush of work, this man told me that he "An'' now," said the sweated one, the ''earty man who worked so fast as to of London Town, so that homeless men and women may not come in at night Seven an'' eighty years am I, an'' served my country like a man. why should even a starving man look for work on Sunday? "Wot a lot o'' work puttin'' up the lights," said the man at sight of some about poor women working fourteen hours a day for ten shillings per Old men cannot afford the working-man''s home. End as a living place for men and women.


id: 1056
title: Martin Eden
author: London, Jack
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  looked him straight in the eyes as she shook hands, frankly, like a man. Martin Eden, with blood still crawling from contact with his brother-inlaw, felt his way along the unlighted back hall and entered his room, a Martin Eden''s head was in a state of addlement when he went away after other time I was here I said I couldn''t talk about books an'' things short time, you know,--but I always liked books, read everything I could "Yes, sir," Martin said humbly, wishing somehow that the man at the desk disciplined minds." Ruth looked expectantly at Martin, as if waiting for "Like trimming cargo in the tropics," Martin said, when they went his work and upon how to save time, pointing out to Martin where he did Ruth came up to them a second time, just as Martin began to speak. How hard, even she did not know, was the thought in Martin''s mind.


id: 1669
title: The Human Drift
author: London, Jack
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  perished by it, else man would not to-day be over-running the world in As time passed and man increased, he drifted ever farther afield in has a better chance for life than the working-man at home. earliest drifts of man, marked to-day by ruined cities of forgotten The deepwater sailor of to-day needs know none of these things. work, too, as the small-boat sailor knows. returned to our sea, going for a sail, a fish, and a swim ere the day was did come to know whether ropes should be coiled from left to right or [LORETTA sharply jerks her hand away, and looks put out.] [NED hesitates, starts to follow her, looks at LORETTA, and stops. speaks very solemnly.] Loretta, when a woman kisses a man, she''s got to old man, you know, but he''d been in the fighting game a long time.


id: 1730
title: Michael, Brother of Jerry
author: London, Jack
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  For Dag Daughtry had a way with him, as Michael was quickly to learn, For a number of days Michael saw only Steward and Kwaque. trick once when the steward had left the room and Michael''s eager nose "It''s this way, Killeny," Daughtry began, one evening, Michael''s head "Takes him a little time to get over a thing like that," Daughtry "Then you''ll never know what a good steward you''ve missed, sir," Daughtry Daughtry, Kwaque, and Michael looked their last for ever on Sydney straight wages," Dag Daughtry confided to Michael that night at turningin time as Kwaque removed his shoes and as he paused midway in the Why, steward, I had come to love that young man like a Daughtry thrust Michael into the old man''s arm. frail old man away, Dag Daughtry''s hand was grasping the other''s arm, his disliked the man, did Michael go with Harry Del Mar. Like a burglar the


id: 1596
title: Smoke Bellew
author: London, Jack
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  "I tell you what, Kit," he said one day, "you''ve got to see an oculist. "You''ve got a gold-mine, my friend, in that dinky boat," Kit said to "Well, Shorty, you and Mr Smoke had better begin loading the boat." Two months after Smoke Bellew and Shorty went after moose for a Shorty sat up and started to explode, but Smoke''s hand covered his "I''m going to travel your feet clean off, Shorty," Smoke challenged. "Go on, Shorty," Smoke said, as he attacked her moccasins, already "You go an'' fix them corner-stakes, Smoke," Shorty said. "Funny you don''t gamble none," Shorty said to Smoke one night in the Smoke was edging his way in to the faro table, when Shorty caught his "Smoke, I got to take care of you," was Shorty''s reply. "That''s the man on the other bank," Smoke said in an undertone to Breck.


id: 1655
title: The God of His Fathers: Tales of the Klondyke
author: London, Jack
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  long trip with the dogs, that he might--you understand, he was a hard man but I said nothing till the dogs were fed and I had eaten as a man with way, and spoke soft words, and said a man in anger should go neither to and turned away, at the same time bidding the woman return to her work, Both men shrugged their shoulder and turned away, the half-breed going mens come from Circle City, and dey say no, das thees mans, Daveed Payne, nights with angels, and rose to face the day with shut lips that no man "And she said: ''You are my man, Charley, and I have been a good woman to but bought me as a man buys a dog, and took me away, my heart was hard Again she rested head on hand, this time regarding the man thoughtfully,


id: 2512
title: The Cruise of the Snark
author: London, Jack
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  like, &ldquo;Not yet, but soon.&rdquo;&nbsp; And Charmian cheered the water is a friend of mine.&rdquo;&nbsp; &ldquo;If I was put and I have sailed every sea and ocean.&rdquo;&nbsp; And he winds board?&nbsp; You&rsquo;re not a navigator, are you?&rdquo;</p> <i>Snark</i>.&nbsp; &ldquo;The sea is filled with life.&nbsp; It at Niihau there was a man&mdash;&rdquo;&nbsp; And at that moment doesn&rsquo;t stand still.&rdquo;&nbsp; Very true, but the water five hundred feet to the sea.&nbsp; This was a day&rsquo;s work blowing.&nbsp; How the <i>Snark&rsquo;s</i> sails manage to feel <p>&ldquo;Get out of the way!&nbsp; I&rsquo;m coming!&rdquo; I <p>&ldquo;I&rsquo;ll be all right,&rdquo; he said.&nbsp; <p>&ldquo;I don&rsquo;t know,&rdquo; I answered.&nbsp; <p>&ldquo;We can&rsquo;t wait,&rdquo; I said.&nbsp; &ldquo;This the <i>Snark&rsquo;s</i> deck.&nbsp; For twelve days, at anchor, for men, doesn&rsquo;t run on time.&nbsp; When I discovered this, <p>Heavens!&nbsp; The <i>Snark&rsquo;s</i> time was not as good the <i>Snark</i> it was only 8:9.&nbsp; &ldquo;Greenwich time to,&rdquo; quoth Mr. Caulfeild.&nbsp; &ldquo;That&rsquo;s old


id: 1162
title: The Jacket (The Star-Rover)
author: London, Jack
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  Let it suffice to know that these beaten, feverish men lay seven hours One thing of great value I learned in the long, pain-weary hours of a pike-staff--I tell you God lives, and the time you shall appear before jacket hell, from acquainted flies and sweats of darkness and the knuckletalk of the living dead, I was away at a bound into time and space. including the old man with the long, sunburnt hair, went away on foot in and rightful place in the City of God. At times, between dreams and visions in which I was verily and before my This morning of the second day our men, going for water, were fired upon. Where there had been five men of us on the wall, there came a time when I should like to tell more of those far days, but time in the present is


id: 1161
title: Jerry of the Islands
author: London, Jack
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  Haggin" was the sound that meant "God." In Jerry''s heart and head, in blacks were compared with _Mister_ Haggin, Derby, and Bob. But Jerry did not continue to gaze at the nearing _Arangi_. "It''s all right, Jerry, old man, brace up and be a man-dog," Van Horn laugh at him mastered Jerry, and the next moment his puppy teeth, sharppointed as needles, had scored the astonished black''s naked calf in long too much, and the black, afraid more of Van Horn than of Jerry, turned Captain Van Horn: "Good boy, Jerry! live was the law Jerry had learned from the little of life he knew. Again came Captain Van Horn''s call, and Jerry, obedient, Whereupon, leaving Jerry on deck to stalk the wild-dog, Captain Van Horn "You know ''m, Jerry, you known the black fella boy," he said, his words wild-dog flung quick-opened eyes in Jerry''s direction and flashed into


id: 1163
title: Adventure
author: London, Jack
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  himself in the white man''s whale-boat on the way to Berande. "Me savvee you good fella, Seelee," Sheldon said, as the chief gulped Sheldon gave the keys of the handcuffs to a house-boy, who went under the Marys {3} look see; bime bye, they like run away they think strong fella "Ten fella three times, Billy," Sheldon said encouragingly, though there "Couldn''t think of it--perforation, you know," Sheldon said. for the first time, as Sheldon remarked, the chop at Berande was white ''You tell ''m white man close up we fella boat''s-crew go along. "If you came here to excite my curiosity, old man," Sheldon said, "you''ve "There are only two or three more," Joan said to Sheldon, "and then we''re "Look at it," Sheldon said to Joan. "There will be trouble with Gogoomy yet," Sheldon said to Joan, as the "There is only the one thing to do," Sheldon said to Joan.


id: 1160
title: The Game
author: London, Jack
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  "All I know, Genevieve, is that you feel good in the ring when you''ve got Joe looked at his watch and said it was time to go. seconds followed, and they made quite a group, Joe and Ponta facing each "clinch." Ponta was struggling to free himself, Joe was holding on. The referee shouted, "Break!" Joe made an effort to get away, but Ponta got one hand free and Joe rushed back into a second clinch, to escape the Ponta lashed out, right and left, savagely as ever, and though Joe in which Joe snuggled his body in against Ponta''s in the clinches; but blow; but three times more, before the round ended, Ponta effected the Joe''s quick eye saw the opening, and he smashed straight out upon Ponta''s The moment he was free, Ponta sprang at Joe like a In all the previous rounds Genevieve had not seen Joe''s fighting face


id: 1187
title: War of the Classes
author: London, Jack
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  is,--a world-wide class struggle between the propertyless workers and the the strong, energetic members of the working class have been able to rise labor took in wages the whole joint product, that capital would perish. Labor as a class is fighting with capital as meant the class of people without capital which sells its labor for a The second class-conscious capitalist organization is called the National of labor unions who are also members of the state militia shall resign Thus the generous laborer, giving more of a day''s work for less return, striking at the food and shelter of the English capitalist and laborer. But the union laborers of the United States have nothing of which to For, over all these trades, over all these thousands of men, is the Labor employers of labor in this city are generally against the trade-union Socialist, the trade-union, and other working-class organizations are


id: 910
title: White Fang
author: London, Jack
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  White Fang had never seen dogs before, but at sight of them he felt that White Fang became hated by man and dog. the grown dogs White Fang''s snarl enabled him to beat an honourable White Fang had seen the camp-dogs toiling in the harness, so that he did all dogs in all villages, White Fang went foraging, for food. that his club-hand had been ripped wide open by White Fang''s teeth. and wild dogs that had done likewise, White Fang worked the covenant out White Fang was in Grey Beaver''s camp when Beauty Smith first visited it. of a club, the sled-dogs had learned to leave White Fang alone; and even As the man''s hand approached his neck, White Fang bristled and snarled In the end, the god tossed the meat on the snow at White Fang''s feet. White Fang was howling as dogs howl when their masters


id: 11051
title: The Cruise of the Dazzler
author: London, Jack
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  "Better turn in and get a couple of hours'' sleep," ''Frisco Kid said marshland, and Joe knew that they were heading out for San Francisco Bay. The wind was blowing from the north in mild squalls, and the _Dazzler_ cut "Short hawse," French Pete whispered to ''Frisco Kid, who went for''ard "Give us a hand, Joe," ''Frisco Kid commanded. Joe and ''Frisco Kid came up side by side, and together they single-handed,--for French Pete remained below,--and with Joe looking "Red Nelson runs her," ''Frisco Kid informed Joe. Pete remained at the tiller, while occasionally Joe or ''Frisco Kid took Joe looked incredulously at ''Frisco Kid. Joe looked inquiringly at ''Frisco Kid. "It does n''t look right," ''Frisco Kid said in the evening, after French "Here they come!" said ''Frisco Kid suddenly to Joe. The two skiffs shot out of the darkness and came alongside.


id: 12336
title: Brown Wolf and Other Jack London Stories Chosen and Edited By Franklin K. Mathiews
author: London, Jack
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  looked to his wife for approval, a man came into view around the turn of "Grub, when I''ve got it, and that''s most of the time," came the answer. The dog was lying at Skiff Miller''s feet, head close down on paws, ears more quickly got to his feet when the man and woman shook hands. Churchill looked like a wild man. "Oh, thanks, old man; it was good of you to bring it out," Bondell said Keesh lived long ago on the rim of the polar sea, was head man of his "Nay, nay, Nam-Bok," cried the head man; "how can that be? "And day after day we went over the sea, and each day the head man drew come into the air, the head man pointed the nose of the schooner south. "Thou hast just said the head man knew----"


id: 6455
title: The Little Lady of the Big House
author: London, Jack
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  "Good morning, Oh My," was Dick Forrest''s greeting, and his eyes smiled Graham learned that Dick Forrest never appeared for breakfast, that he "I didn''t have horses when I was a young girl," Paula said to Graham; Graham watched them look into each other''s eyes for a long half-minute. that did not escape Dick''s eyes as he glimpsed her watch Evan Graham nights--rare ones--when only Dick and Graham and Paula sat at dinner, Nor did Graham, nor even Paula, imagine that Dick--the keen one, the Nor did Graham, nor did Paula, Dick''s dozen "Why do you tell me all this about Dick?" Graham demanded another time, "What a boy he is," Paula said to Graham, as they listened to Dick "One thing, Dick," Paula said. Nor was Dick ever to know that Paula had come so near to him with her She turned her eyes to Graham, and Dick did not look, for he knew love


id: 10736
title: Children of the Frost
author: London, Jack
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  know that the new days came, and the Stranger Man, and that out of our The old shaman paused, and looked directly at the young man. "Thou hast just said the head man knew--" came the voices of men, and he knew his people could never understand. "Bill-Man has been other times in the Snow Lands," Aab-Waak answered, And after a time the answer came back, "Neegah and the six young men fighting man all his days, he said, as the people knew. "Thou art a great man, Palitlum," I said, "and I honor thee." demanded the chief man of the white men. forgotten things come back to me which were well for the head man hearts, till the call of the white men came to them and they went away white man, and three of the old men came upon him in his sleep.


id: 48474
title: Scorn of Women: A Play In Three Acts
author: London, Jack
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  _(A pause, during which Sitka Charley merely waits, while Mrs. Eppingwell seems to be thinking. Freda know Vanderlip short time. and Sitka Charley grows more positive.)_ Vanderlip come your cabin all And, Charley, you mustn''t tell anybody what you have told me about Mr. Vanderlip going away to-night with that--that woman. sent the dogs, and that Vanderlip wants her to come right on to-night. _(Freda and Sitka Charley start to walk toward the door at right.)_ Let her think Floyd Vanderlip has sent the dogs to bring her in right _(Makes a movement to start toward door to right, and Mrs. Eppingwell _(Enter Mrs. Eppingwell on arm of Vanderlip, who is still in domino. _(Sitka Charley starts toward street door, but is interrupted by Mrs. McFee.)_ _(Walks to Mrs. Eppingwell and Vanderlip at stove at right front, _(Freda and Vanderlip both start, Mrs. Eppingwell observing _(Freda turns head and looks into Mrs. Eppingwell''s face.


id: 55948
title: The Abysmal Brute
author: London, Jack
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  What ring-follower did not know of Pat Glendon?--though few were Pat Glendon had had no accidents in that fight, "I knew ye''d come, Sam, me boy," said Pat, the while he limped about, Another time Stubener awoke, to hear the old man mumbling: A thing Stubener quickly discovered was that young Pat was not much "And fight like hell," the old man added. Once, in a clinch, the fight manager heeled his glove on young Pat''s "Wait till you know the whole worth of him!" Old Pat answered. the great Pat Glendon, while Stubener held his peace. "It''s this way, Pat. You''ve got to be big and generous in the fighting For the first and the last time in his fighting career, Pat was caught Pat Glendon came to San Francisco to train for his fight with Nat "I know that fight," Glendon said. "I''ll tell you one thing," he finally said "The fight won''t end in


