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The Call of the Wild(野性的呼唤) 1

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The Call of the Wild(野性的呼唤)

by Jack London

CHAPTER I

Into the Primitive

"Old longings nomadic leap, Chafing at custom's chain;

Again from its brumal sleep Wakens the ferine strain."

Buck did not read the newspapers, or he would have known that

trouble was brewing, not alone for himself, but for every tide- water dog,

strong of muscle and with warm, long hair, from Puget Sound to San

Diego. Because men, groping in the Arctic darkness, had found a

yellow metal, and because steamship and transportation companies were

booming the find, thousands of men were rushing into the Northland.

These men wanted dogs, and the dogs they wanted were heavy dogs,

with strong muscles by which to toil, and furry coats to protect them from the frost.

Buck lived at a big house in the sun-kissed Santa Clara Valley.

Judge Miller's place, it was called. It stood back from the road, half

hidden among the trees, through which glimpses could be caught of the

wide cool veranda that ran around its four sides. The house was

approached by gravelled driveways which wound about through wide-

spreading lawns and under the interlacing boughs of tall poplars. At

the rear things were on even a more spacious scale than at the front.

There were great stables, where a dozen grooms and boys held forth,

rows of vine-clad servants' cottages, an endless and orderly array of

outhouses, long grape arbors, green pastures, orchards, and berry patches.

Then there was the pumping plant for the artesian well, and the big

cement tank where Judge Miller's boys took their morning plunge and

kept cool in the hot afternoon.

And over this great demesne Buck ruled. Here he was born, and

here he had lived the four years of his life. It was true, there were other

dogs, There could not but be other dogs on so vast a place, but they did

not count. They came and went, resided in the populous kennels, or

lived obscurely in the recesses of the house after the fashion of Toots,

the Japanese pug, or Ysabel, the Mexican hairless,--strange creatures

that rarely put nose out of doors or set foot to ground. On the other hand,

there were the fox terriers, a score of them at least, who yelped fearful

promises at Toots and Ysabel looking out of the windows at them and

protected by a legion of housemaids armed with brooms and mops.

But Buck was neither house-dog nor kennel-dog. The whole realm

was his. He plunged into the swimming tank or went hunting with the

Judge's sons; he escorted Mollie and Alice, the Judge's daughters, on

long twilight or early morning rambles; on wintry nights he lay at the

Judge's feet before the roaring library fire; he carried the Judge's

grandsons on his back, or rolled them in the grass, and guarded their

footsteps through wild adventures down to the fountain in the stable yard,

and even beyond, where the paddocks were, and the berry patches.

Among the terriers he stalked imperiously, and Toots and Ysabel he

utterly ignored, for he was king,--king over all creeping, crawling, flying

things of Judge Miller's place, humans included.

His father, Elmo, a huge St. Bernard, had been the Judge's

inseparable companion, and Buck bid fair to follow in the way of his

father. He was not so large,--he weighed only one hundred and forty

pounds,--for his mother, Shep, had been a Scotch shepherd dog.

Nevertheless, one hundred and forty pounds, to which was added the

dignity that comes of good living and universal respect, enabled him to

carry himself in right royal fashion. During the four years since his

puppyhood he had lived the life of a sated aristocrat; he had a fine pride

in himself, was even a trifle egotistical, as country gentlemen sometimes

become because of their insular situation. But he had saved himself by

not becoming a mere pampered house-dog. Hunting and kindred

outdoor delights had kept down the fat and hardened his muscles; and to

him, as to the cold-tubbing races, the love of water had been a tonic and

a health preserver.

And this was the manner of dog Buck was in the fall of 1897, when

the Klondike strike dragged men from all the world into the frozen

North. But Buck did not read the newspapers, and he did not know that

Manuel, one of the gardener's helpers, was an undesirable acquaintance.

Manuel had one besetting sin. He loved to play Chinese lottery. Also,

in his gambling, he had one besetting weakness--faith in a system; and

this made his damnation certain. For to play a system requires money,

while the 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 the Raisin Growers' Association, and

the boys were busy organizing an athletic club, on the memorable night

of Manuel's treachery. No one saw him and Buck go off through the

orchard on what Buck imagined was merely a stroll. And with the

exception of a solitary man, no one saw them arrive at the little flag

station known as College Park. This man talked with Manuel, and

money chinked between them.

"You might wrap up the goods before you deliver 'm," the stranger

said gruffly, and Manuel doubled a piece of stout rope around Buck's

neck under the collar.

"Twist it, an' you'll choke 'm plentee," said Manuel, and the stranger

grunted a ready affirmative.

Buck had accepted the rope with quiet dignity. To be sure, it was

an unwonted performance: but he had learned to trust in men he knew,

and to give them credit for a wisdom that outreached his own. But

when the ends of the rope were placed in the stranger's hands, he

growled menacingly. He had merely intimated his displeasure, in his

pride believing that to intimate was to command. But to his surprise

the rope tightened around his neck, shutting off his breath. In quick

rage he sprang at the man, who met him halfway, grappled him close by

the throat, and with a deft twist threw him over on his back. Then the

rope tightened mercilessly, while Buck struggled in a fury, his tongue

lolling out of his mouth and his great chest panting futilely. Never in

all his life had he been so vilely treated, and never in all his life had he

been so angry. But his strength ebbed, his eyes glazed, and he knew

nothing when the train was flagged and the two men threw him into the baggage car.

The next he knew, he was dimly aware that his tongue was hurting

and that he was being jolted along in some kind of a conveyance. The

hoarse shriek of a locomotive whistling a crossing told him where he

was. He had travelled too often with the Judge not to know the

sensation of riding in a baggage car. He opened his eyes, and into them

came the unbridled anger of a kidnapped king. The man sprang for his

throat, but Buck was too quick for him. His jaws closed on the hand,

nor did they relax till his senses were choked out of him once more.

"Yep, has fits," the man said, hiding his mangled hand from the

baggageman, who had been attracted by the sounds of struggle. "I'm

takin' 'm up for the boss to 'Frisco. A crack dog-doctor there thinks that

he can cure 'm."

Concerning that night's ride, the man spoke most eloquently for

himself, in a little shed back of a saloon on the San Francisco water front.

"All I get is fifty for it," he grumbled; "an' I wouldn't do it over for a

thousand, cold cash."

His hand was wrapped in a bloody handkerchief, and the right

trouser leg was ripped from knee to ankle.

"How much did the other mug get?" the saloon-keeper demanded.

"A hundred," was the reply. "Wouldn't take a sou less, so help me."

"That makes a hundred and fifty," the saloon-keeper calculated; "and

he's worth it, or I'm a squarehead."

The kidnapper undid the bloody wrappings and looked at his

lacerated hand. "If I don't get the hydrophoby--"

"It'll be because you was born to hang," laughed the saloon- keeper.

"Here, lend me a hand before you pull your freight," he added.

Dazed, suffering intolerable pain from throat and tongue, with the

life half throttled out of him, Buck attempted to face his tormentors.

But he was thrown down and choked repeatedly, till they succeeded in

filing the heavy brass collar from off his neck. Then the rope was

removed, and he was flung into a cagelike crate.

There he lay for the remainder of the weary night, nursing his wrath

and wounded pride. He could not understand what it all meant. What

did they want with him, these strange men? Why were they keeping

him pent up in this narrow crate? He did not know why, but he felt

oppressed by the vague sense of impending calamity. Several times

during the night he sprang to his feet when the shed door rattled open,

expecting to see the Judge, or the boys at least. But each time it was

the bulging face of the saloon-keeper that peered in at him by the sickly

light of a tallow candle. And each time the joyful bark that trembled in

Buck's throat was twisted into a savage growl.

But the saloon-keeper let him alone, and in the morning four men

entered and picked up the crate. More tormentors, Buck decided, for

they were evil-looking creatures, ragged and unkempt; and he stormed

and raged at them through the bars. They only laughed and poked

sticks at him, which he promptly assailed with his teeth till he realized

that that was what they wanted. Whereupon he lay down sullenly and

allowed the crate to be lifted into a wagon. Then he, and the crate in

which he was imprisoned, began a passage through many hands.

Clerks in the express office took charge of him; he was carted about in

another wagon; a truck carried him, with an assortment of boxes and

parcels, upon a ferry steamer; he was trucked off the steamer into a great

railway depot, and finally he was deposited in an express car.

For two days and nights this express car was dragged along at the

tail of shrieking locomotives; and for two days and nights Buck neither

ate nor drank. In his anger he had met the first advances of the express

messengers with growls, and they had retaliated by teasing him. When

he flung himself against the bars, quivering and frothing, they laughed at

him and taunted him. They growled and barked like detestable dogs,

mewed, and flapped their arms and crowed. It was all very silly, he

knew; but therefore the more outrage to his dignity, and his anger waxed

and waxed. He did not mind the hunger so much, but the lack of water

caused him severe suffering and fanned his wrath to fever-pitch. For

that matter, high-strung and finely sensitive, the ill treatment had flung

him into a fever, which was fed by the inflammation of his parched and

swollen throat and tongue.

He was glad for one thing: the rope was off his neck. That had

given them an unfair advantage; but now that it was off, he would show

them. They would never get another rope around his neck. Upon that

he was resolved. For two days and nights he neither ate nor drank, and

during those two days and nights of torment, he accumulated a fund of

wrath that boded ill for whoever first fell foul of him. His eyes turned

blood-shot, and he was metamorphosed into a raging fiend. So

changed was he that the Judge himself would not have recognized him;

and the express messengers breathed with relief when they bundled him

off the train at Seattle.

Four men gingerly carried the crate from the wagon into a small,

high-walled back yard. A stout man, with a red sweater that sagged

generously at the neck, came out and signed the book for the driver.

That was the man, Buck divined, the next tormentor, and he hurled

himself savagely against the bars. The man smiled grimly, and brought

a hatchet and a club.

"You ain't going to take him out now?" the driver asked.

"Sure," the man replied, driving the hatchet into the crate for a pry.

There was an instantaneous scattering of the four men who had

carried it in, and from safe perches on top the wall they prepared to

watch the performance.

Buck rushed at the splintering wood, sinking his teeth into it, surging

and wrestling with it. Wherever the hatchet fell on the outside, he was

there on the inside, snarling and growling, as furiously anxious to get out

as the man in the red sweater was calmly intent on getting him out.

"Now, you red-eyed devil," he said, when he had made an opening

sufficient for the passage of Buck's body. At the same time he dropped

the hatchet and shifted the club to his right hand.

And Buck was truly a red-eyed devil, as he drew himself together for

the spring, hair bristling, mouth foaming, a mad glitter in his blood-shot

eyes. Straight at the man he launched his one hundred and forty

pounds of fury, surcharged with the pent passion of two days and nights.

In mid air, just as his jaws were about to close on the man, he received a

shock that checked his body and brought his teeth together with an

agonizing clip. He whirled over, fetching the ground on his back and

side. He had never been struck by a club in his life, and did not

understand. With a snarl that was part bark and more scream he was

again on his feet and launched into the air. And again the shock came

and he was brought crushingly to the ground. This time he was aware

that it was the club, but his madness knew no caution. A dozen times

he charged, and as often the club broke the charge and smashed him down.

After a particularly fierce blow, he crawled to his feet, too dazed to

rush. He staggered limply about, the blood flowing from nose and

mouth and ears, his beautiful coat sprayed and flecked with bloody

slaver. Then the man advanced and deliberately dealt him a frightful

blow on the nose. All the pain he had endured was as nothing

compared with the exquisite agony of this. With a roar that was almost

lionlike in its ferocity, he again hurled himself at the man. But the man,

shifting the club from right to left, coolly caught him by the under jaw,

at the same time wrenching downward and backward. Buck described

a complete circle in the air, and half of another, then crashed to the

ground on his head and chest.

For the last time he rushed. The man struck the shrewd blow he

had purposely withheld for so long, and Buck crumpled up and went

down, knocked utterly senseless.

"He's no slouch at dog-breakin', that's wot I say," one of the men on

the wall cried enthusiastically.

"Druther break cayuses any day, and twice on Sundays," was the

reply of the driver, as he climbed on the wagon and started the horses.

Buck's senses came back to him, but not his strength. He lay where

he had fallen, and from there he watched the man in the red sweater.

" 'Answers to the name of Buck,' " the man soliloquized, quoting

from the saloon-keeper's letter which had announced the consignment of

the crate and contents. "Well, Buck, my boy," he went on in a genial

voice, "we've had our little ruction, and the best thing we can do is to let

it go at that. You've learned your place, and I know mine. Be a good

dog and all 'll go well and the goose hang high. Be a bad dog, and I'll

whale the stuffin' outa you. Understand?"

As he spoke he fearlessly patted the head he had so mercilessly

pounded, and though Buck's hair involuntarily bristled at touch of the

hand, he endured it without protest. When the man brought him water

he drank eagerly, and later bolted a generous meal of raw meat, chunk

by chunk, from the man's hand.

He was beaten (he knew that); but he was not broken. He saw, once

for all, that he stood no chance against a man with a club. He had

learned the lesson, and in all his after life he never forgot it. That club

was a revelation. It was his introduction to the reign of primitive law,

and he met the introduction halfway. The facts of life took on a fiercer

aspect; and while he faced that aspect uncowed, he faced it with all the

latent cunning of his nature aroused. As the days went by, other dogs

came, in crates and at the ends of ropes, some docilely, and some raging

and roaring as he had come; and, one and all, he watched them pass

under the dominion of the man in the red sweater. Again and again, as

he looked at each brutal performance, the lesson was driven home to

Buck: a man with a club was a lawgiver, a master to be obeyed, though

not necessarily conciliated. Of this last Buck was never guilty, though

he did see beaten dogs that fawned upon the man, and wagged their tails,

and licked his hand. Also he saw one dog, that would neither conciliate

nor obey, finally killed in the struggle for mastery.

Now and again men came, strangers, who talked excitedly,

wheedlingly, and in all kinds of fashions to the man in the red sweater.

And at such times that money passed between them the strangers took

one or more of the dogs away with them. Buck wondered where they

went, for they never came back; but the fear of the future was strong

upon him, and he was glad each time when he was not selected.

Yet his time came, in the end, in the form of a little weazened man

who spat broken English and many strange and uncouth exclamations

which Buck could not understand.

"Sacredam!" he cried, when his eyes lit upon Buck. "Dat one dam

bully dog! Eh? How moch?"

"Three hundred, and a present at that," was the prompt reply of the

man in the red sweater. "And seem' it's government money, you ain't

got no kick coming, eh, Perrault?"

Perrault grinned. Considering that the price of dogs had been

boomed skyward by the unwonted demand, it was not an unfair sum for

so fine an animal. The Canadian Government would be no loser, nor

would its despatches travel the slower. Perrault knew dogs, and when

he looked at Buck he knew that he was one in a thousand-- "One in ten

t'ousand," he commented mentally.

Buck saw money pass between them, and was not surprised when

Curly, a good-natured Newfoundland, and he were led away by the little

weazened man. That was the last he saw of the man in the red sweater,

and as Curly and he looked at receding Seattle from the deck of the

Narwhal, it was the last he saw of the warm Southland. Curly and he

were taken below by Perrault and turned over to a black-faced giant

called Francois. Perrault was a French-Canadian, and swarthy; but

Francois was a French-Canadian half-breed, and twice as swarthy.

They were a new kind of men to Buck (of which he was destined to see

many more), and while he developed no affection for them, he none the

less grew honestly to respect them. He speedily learned that Perrault

and Francois were fair men, calm and impartial in administering justice,

and too wise in the way of dogs to be fooled by dogs.

In the 'tween-decks of the Narwhal, Buck and Curly joined two other

dogs. One of them was a big, snow-white fellow from Spitzbergen

who had been brought away by a whaling captain, and who had later

accompanied a Geological Survey into the Barrens. He was friendly, in

a treacherous sort of way, smiling into one's face the while he meditated

some underhand trick, as, for instance, when he stole from Buck's food

at the first meal. As Buck sprang to punish him, the lash of Francois's

whip sang through the air, reaching the culprit first; and nothing

remained to Buck but to recover the bone. That was fair of Francois, he

decided, and the half-breed began his rise in Buck's estimation.

The other dog made no advances, nor received any; also, he did not attempt to steal from the newcomers. He was a gloomy, morose fellow,

and he showed Curly plainly that all he desired was to be left alone, and

further, that there would be trouble if he were not left alone. "Dave" he

was called, and he ate and slept, or yawned between times, and took

interest in nothing, not even when the Narwhal crossed Queen Charlotte

Sound and rolled and pitched and bucked like a thing possessed. When

Buck and Curly grew excited, half wild with fear, he raised his head as

though annoyed, favored them with an incurious glance, yawned, and

went to sleep again.

Day and night the ship throbbed to the tireless pulse of the propeller,

and though one day was very like another, it was apparent to Buck that

the weather was steadily growing colder. At last, one morning, the

propeller was quiet, and the Narwhal was pervaded with an atmosphere

of excitement. He felt it, as did the other dogs, and knew that a change

was at hand. Francois leashed them and brought them on deck. At

the first step upon the cold surface, Buck's feet sank into a white mushy

something very like mud. He sprang back with a snort. More of this

white stuff was falling through the air. He shook himself, but more of it

fell upon him. He sniffed it curiously, then licked some up on his

tongue. It bit like fire, and the next instant was gone. This puzzled

him. He tried it again, with the same result. The onlookers laughed

uproariously, and he felt ashamed, he knew not why, for it was his first

snow.
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