Chapter I.Into the Primitive"Old longings nomadic leap,Chafing at custom's chain;Again from its brumal sleepWakens the ferine strain."Buck did not read the newspapers, or he would haveknown that trouble was brewing, not alone forhimself, but for every tide-water dog, strong ofmuscle and with warm, long hair, from Puget Soundto San Diego. Because men, groping in the Arcticdarkness, had found a yellow metal, and becausesteamship and transportation companies werebooming the find, thousands of men were rushinginto the Northland. These men wanted dogs, and thedogs they wanted were heavy dogs, with strongmuscles by which to toil, and furry coats to protectthem from the frost.Buck lived at a big house in the sun-kissed SantaClara Valley. Judge Miller's place, it was called. Itstood back from the road, half hidden...
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