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1Three more huskies were added to the team inside an hour, making a total of nine, and before another quarter of an hour
2had passed they were in harness and swinging up the trail toward the Dyea Cañon. Buck was glad to be gone, and though
3the work was hard he found he did not particularly despise it. He was surprised at the eagerness which animated the
4whole team and which was communicated to him; but still more surprising was the change wrought in Dave and Sol-leks.
5They were new dogs, utterly transformed by the harness. All passiveness and unconcern had dropped from them. They were
6alert and active, anxious that the work should go well, and fiercely irritable with whatever, by delay or confusion,
7retarded that work. The toil of the traces seemed the supreme expression of their being, and all that they lived for and
8the only thing in which they took delight. Dave was wheeler or sled dog, pulling in front of him was Buck, then came
9Sol-leks; the rest of the team was strung out ahead, single file, to the leader, which position was filled by Spitz.
10Buck had been purposely placed between Dave and Sol-leks so that he might receive instruction. Apt scholar that he was,
11they were equally apt teachers, never allowing him to linger long in error, and enforcing their teaching with their
12sharp teeth. Dave was fair and very wise. He never nipped Buck without cause, and he never failed to nip him when he
13stood in need of it. As François's whip backed him up, Buck found it to be cheaper to mend his ways than to retaliate.
14Once, during a brief halt, when he got tangled in the traces and delayed the start, both Dave and Sol-leks flew at him
15and administered a sound trouncing. The resulting tangle was even worse, but Buck took good care to keep the traces
16clear thereafter; and ere the day was done, so well had he mastered his work, his mates about ceased nagging him.
17François's whip snapped less frequently, and Perrault even honored Buck by lifting up his feet and carefully examining
18them. It was a hard day's run, up the Cañon, through Sheep Camp, past the Scales and the timber line, across glaciers
19and snowdrifts hundreds of feet deep, and over the great Chilcoot Divide, which stands between the salt water and the
20fresh and guards forbiddingly the sad and lonely North. They made good time down the chain of lakes which fills the
21craters of extinct volcanoes, and late that night pulled into the huge camp at the head of Lake Bennett, where thousands
22of goldseekers were building boats against the break-up of the ice in the spring. Buck made his hole in the snow and
23slept the sleep of the exhausted just, but all too early was routed out in the cold darkness and harnessed with his
24mates to the sled. That day they made forty miles, the trail being packed; but the next day, and for many days to
25follow, they broke their own trail, worked harder, and made poorer time. As a rule, Perrault travelled ahead of the
26team, packing the snow with webbed shoes to make it easier for them. François, guiding the sled at the gee-pole,
27sometimes exchanged places with him, but not often. Perrault was in a hurry, and he prided himself on his knowledge of
28ice, which knowledge was indispensable, for the fall ice was very thin, and where there was swift water, there was no
29ice at all. Day after day, for days unending, Buck toiled in the traces. Always, they broke camp in the dark, and the
30first gray of dawn found them hitting the trail with fresh miles reeled off behind them. And always they pitched camp
31after dark, eating their bit of fish, and crawling to sleep into the snow. Buck was ravenous. The pound and a half of
32sun-dried salmon, which was his ration for each day, seemed to go nowhere. He never had enough, and suffered from
33perpetual hunger pangs. Yet the other dogs, because they weighed less and were born to the life, received a pound only
34of the fish and managed to keep in good condition. He swiftly lost the fastidiousness which had characterized his old
35life. A dainty eater, he found that his mates, finishing first, robbed him of his unfinished ration. There was no
36defending it. While he was fighting off two or three, it was disappearing down the throats of the others. To remedy
37this, he ate as fast as they; and, so greatly did hunger compel him, he was not above taking what did not belong to him.
38He watched and learned. When he saw Pike, one of the new dogs, a clever malingerer and thief, slyly steal a slice of
39bacon when Perrault's back was turned, he duplicated the performance the following day, getting away with the whole
40chunk. A great uproar was raised, but he was unsuspected; while Dub, an awkward blunderer who was always getting caught,
41was punished for Buck's misdeed. This first theft marked Buck as fit to survive in the hostile Northland environment. It
42marked his adaptability, his capacity to adjust himself to changing conditions, the lack of which would have meant swift
43and terrible death. It marked, further, the decay or going to pieces of his moral nature, a vain thing and a handicap in
44the ruthless struggle for existence. It was all well enough in the Southland, under the law of love and fellowship, to
45respect private property and personal feelings; but in the Northland, under the law of club and fang, whoso took such
46things into account was a fool, and in so far as he observed them he would fail to prosper. Not that Buck reasoned it
47out. He was fit, that was all, and unconsciously he accommodated himself to the new mode of life. All his days, no
48matter what the odds, he had never run from a fight. But the club of the man in the red sweater had beaten into him a
49more fundamental and primitive code. Civilized, he could have died for a moral consideration, say the defence of Judge
50Miller's riding-whip; but the completeness of his decivilization was now evidenced by his ability to flee from the
51defence of a moral consideration and so save his hide. He did not steal for joy of it, but because of the clamor of his
52stomach. He did not rob openly, but stole secretly and cunningly, out of respect for club and fang. In short, the things
53he did were done because it was easier to do them than not to do them. His development (or retrogression) was rapid. His
54muscles became hard as iron, and he grew callous to all ordinary pain. He achieved an internal as well as external
55economy. He could eat anything, no matter how loathsome or indigestible; and, once eaten, the juices of his stomach
56extracted the last least particle of nutriment; and his blood carried it to the farthest reaches of his body, building
57it into the toughest and stoutest of tissues. Sight and scent became remarkably keen, while his hearing developed such
58acuteness that in his sleep he heard the faintest sound and knew whether it heralded peace or peril. He learned to bite
59the ice out with his teeth when it collected between his toes; and when he was thirsty and there was a thick scum of ice
60over the water hole, he would break it by rearing and striking it with stiff fore legs. His most conspicuous trait was
61an ability to scent the wind and forecast it a night in advance. No matter how breathless the air when he dug his nest
62by tree or bank, the wind that later blew inevitably found him to leeward, sheltered and snug.
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