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1cover The Call of the Wild by Jack London Contents Chapter I. Into the Primitive Chapter II. The Law of Club and Fang
2Chapter III. The Dominant Primordial Beast Chapter IV. Who Has Won to Mastership Chapter V. The Toil of Trace and Trail
3Chapter VI. For the Love of a Man Chapter VII. The Sounding of the Call Chapter I. Into the Primitive "Old longings
4nomadic leap, Chafing at custom's chain; Again from its brumal sleep Wakens the ferine strain." Buck did not read the
5newspapers, or he would have known that trouble was brewing, not alone for himself, but for every tide-water dog, strong
6of muscle and with warm, long hair, from Puget Sound to San Diego. Because men, groping in the Arctic darkness, had
7found a yellow metal, and because steamship and transportation companies were booming the find, thousands of men were
8rushing into the Northland. These men wanted dogs, and the dogs they wanted were heavy dogs, with strong muscles by
9which to toil, and furry coats to protect them from the frost. Buck lived at a big house in the sun-kissed Santa Clara
10Valley. Judge Miller's place, it was called. It stood back from the road, half hidden among the trees, through which
11glimpses could be caught of the wide cool veranda that ran around its four sides. The house was approached by gravelled
12driveways which wound about through wide-spreading lawns and under the interlacing boughs of tall poplars. At the rear
13things were on even a more spacious scale than at the front. There were great stables, where a dozen grooms and boys
14held forth, rows of vine-clad servants' cottages, an endless and orderly array of outhouses, long grape arbors, green
15pastures, orchards, and berry patches. Then there was the pumping plant for the artesian well, and the big cement tank
16where Judge Miller's boys took their morning plunge and kept cool in the hot afternoon. And over this great demesne Buck
17ruled. Here he was born, and here he had lived the four years of his life. It was true, there were other dogs. There
18could not but be other dogs on so vast a place, but they did not count. They came and went, resided in the populous
19kennels, or lived obscurely in the recesses of the house after the fashion of Toots, the Japanese pug, or Ysabel, the
20Mexican hairless,--strange creatures that rarely put nose out of doors or set foot to ground. On the other hand, there
21were the fox terriers, a score of them at least, who yelped fearful promises at Toots and Ysabel looking out of the
22windows at them and protected by a legion of housemaids armed with brooms and mops. But Buck was neither house-dog nor
23kennel-dog. The whole realm was his. He plunged into the swimming tank or went hunting with the Judge's sons; he
24escorted Mollie and Alice, the Judge's daughters, on long twilight or early morning rambles; on wintry nights he lay at
25the Judge's feet before the roaring library fire; he carried the Judge's grandsons on his back, or rolled them in the
26grass, and guarded their footsteps through wild adventures down to the fountain in the stable yard, and even beyond,
27where the paddocks were, and the berry patches. Among the terriers he stalked imperiously, and Toots and Ysabel he
28utterly ignored, for he was king,--king over all creeping, crawling, flying things of Judge Miller's place, humans
29included. His father, Elmo, a huge St. Bernard, had been the Judge's inseparable companion, and Buck bid fair to follow
30in the way of his father. He was not so large,--he weighed only one hundred and forty pounds,--for his mother, Shep, had
31been a Scotch shepherd dog. Nevertheless, one hundred and forty pounds, to which was added the dignity that comes of
32good living and universal respect, enabled him to carry himself in right royal fashion. During the four years since his
33puppyhood he had lived the life of a sated aristocrat; he had a fine pride in himself, was even a trifle egotistical, as
34country gentlemen sometimes become because of their insular situation. But he had saved himself by not becoming a mere
35pampered house-dog. Hunting and kindred outdoor delights had kept down the fat and hardened his muscles; and to him, as
36to the cold-tubbing races, the love of water had been a tonic and a health preserver. And this was the manner of dog
37Buck was in the fall of 1897, when the Klondike strike dragged men from all the world into the frozen North. But Buck
38did not read the newspapers, and he did not know that Manuel, one of the gardener's helpers, was an undesirable
39acquaintance. Manuel had one besetting sin. He loved to play Chinese lottery. Also, in his gambling, he had one
40besetting weakness--faith in a system; and this made his damnation certain. For to play a system requires money, while
41the wages of a gardener's helper do not lap over the needs of a wife and numerous progeny. The Judge was at a meeting of
42the Raisin Growers' Association, and the boys were busy organizing an athletic club, on the memorable night of Manuel's
43treachery. No one saw him and Buck go off through the orchard on what Buck imagined was merely a stroll. And with the
44exception of a solitary man, no one saw them arrive at the little flag station known as College Park. This man talked
45with Manuel, and money chinked between them. "You might wrap up the goods before you deliver 'm," the stranger said
46gruffly, and Manuel doubled a piece of stout rope around Buck's neck under the collar. "Twist it, an' you'll choke 'm
47plentee," said Manuel, and the stranger grunted a ready affirmative. Buck had accepted the rope with quiet dignity. To
48be sure, it was an unwonted performance: but he had learned to trust in men he knew, and to give them credit for a
49wisdom that outreached his own. But when the ends of the rope were placed in the stranger's hands, he growled
50menacingly. He had merely intimated his displeasure, in his pride believing that to intimate was to command. But to his
51surprise the rope tightened around his neck, shutting off his breath. In quick rage he sprang at the man, who met him
52halfway, grappled him close by the throat, and with a deft twist threw him over on his back. Then the rope tightened
53mercilessly, while Buck struggled in a fury, his tongue lolling out of his mouth and his great chest panting futilely.
54Never in all his life had he been so vilely treated, and never in all his life had he been so angry. But his strength
55ebbed, his eyes glazed, and he knew nothing when the train was flagged and the two men threw him into the baggage car.
56The next he knew, he was dimly aware that his tongue was hurting and that he was being jolted along in some kind of a
57conveyance. The hoarse shriek of a locomotive whistling a crossing told him where he was. He had travelled too often
58with the Judge not to know the sensation of riding in a baggage car. He opened his eyes, and into them came the
59unbridled anger of a kidnapped king. The man sprang for his throat, but Buck was too quick for him. His jaws closed on
60the hand, nor did they relax till his senses were choked out of him once more. "Yep, has fits," the man said, hiding his
61mangled hand from the baggageman, who had been attracted by the sounds of struggle. "I'm takin' 'm up for the boss to
62'Frisco. A crack dog-doctor there thinks that he can cure 'm." Concerning that night's ride, the man spoke most
63eloquently for himself, in a little shed back of a saloon on the San Francisco water front. "All I get is fifty for it,"
64he grumbled; "an' I wouldn't do it over for a thousand, cold cash." His hand was wrapped in a bloody handkerchief, and
65the right trouser leg was ripped from knee to ankle. "How much did the other mug get?" the saloon-keeper demanded. "A
66hundred," was the reply. "Wouldn't take a sou less, so help me." "That makes a hundred and fifty," the saloon-keeper
67calculated; "and he's worth it, or I'm a squarehead." The kidnapper undid the bloody wrappings and looked at his
68lacerated hand. "If I don't get the hydrophoby--" "It'll be because you was born to hang," laughed the saloon-keeper.
69"Here, lend me a hand before you pull your freight," he added.
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