Day 8
When nobody was looking, he ran through the trees and into a stream. The water was very cold, but he wanted to hide his trail. After some time, he climbed out of the stream and found a place in the undergrowth to lie down and sleep.
Later, he woke up to the sound of Grey Beaver's voice. White Fang did not move. Again and again Grey Beaver called his name, but at last everything went quiet.
For a time, White Fang played between the trees, happy to be free. Then it got dark and everything was silent. Only the trees made noises above him. He was cold, but there was no warm side of a tepee to sleep against. And he was hungry. He remembered the pieces of meat and the fish which the men threw to him in the camp.
White Fang ran back to the Indian village, but there was nobody there. Suddenly, he felt lonely and afraid.
The next morning he started to run along the river bank. He ran all day without resting. He climbed mountains and swam across streams, always following the big river. It started to snow, but he ran all that night and again the next day. By now he was weak and hungry.
When he was nearly too tired to stand up, he heard the sounds of the camp. Then, near the river bank he saw the fire! And he could smell food cooking!
Grey Beaver sat next to the fire. He looked up and saw the little grey cub. White Fang crawled slowly across to the Indian. He lay down beside him and waited for Grey Beaver to hit him or shout at him. But Grey Beaver did not hit him, he gave White Fang some meat. White Fang smelled it carefully, then started to eat. He was not afraid now. He was warm, and happy to be back with the gods.
When it was the middle of December, Grey Beaver went on a journey up the Mackenzie River. His son, Mit-sah, and his wife, Kloo-kooch, went with him. They took two sleds. Grey Beaver was driving the bigger sled, and Mit-sah was driving the smaller sled. White Fang was only eight months old, and Grey Beaver tied him to Mit-sah's sled. Lip-lip ran at the front, with White Fang and five other puppies behind him.
White Fang learned to be afraid of men's hands. It was true that they sometimes threw him meat, but more often they threw sticks at him or hurt him. And in the village of Great Slave Lake, White Fang learned a new lesson. A boy was cutting up some meat when some of it fell on the ground near White Fang.
听友462897184
打卡
听友462897184
打卡
听友462897184
打卡
焰冰族星耀
嗨喽
小鸟短路
白牙小狼狗
听友462897184 回复 @小鸟短路: