White Fang Imagery

Dark spruce forest frowned on either river the frozen waterway. The trees had been stripped by recent wind of their white covering of frost, and they seemed to lean toward each other, black ominous, in fading light. A vast silence resigned over the land. The land itself was a desolation, lifeless, without movement, so lone and cold that the spirit of it was not even that of sadness. There was a hint in it of laughter, but of a laughter more terrible than any sadness-a laughter that was mirthless as the smile of the Sphinx, a laughter cold as frost and partaking of the grimness of infallibility. It was masterful and incommunicable wisdom of eternity laughing at the futility of life and the effort of life. It was the Wild, the savage, frozen-hearted Northland Wild.(page 1)

Henry nodded his consent. Bill cautiously slipped the gun from under the sled lashing. The gun was on the way to his shoulder, but it never got there. For in that instant the she-wolf leaped sidewise from the trail into the clump of spruce trees and disappeared.(page 16)

The animal was certainly not cinnamon-colored. Its coat was the true wolf-coat. The dominant color  was gray, and yet there was to it a faint reddish hue-a hue that was baffling, that appeared and disappeared, that was more like an illusion of the vision, now gray, distinctly gray, and again giving hints and glints of a vague redness of color not classifiable in terms of ordinary experience. (page 16)

It was an awkward mix-up. The sled was upside down and jammed between a tree-trunk and a huge rock, and they were forced  to unharness the dogs in order to straighten out the tangle. The two men were bent over sled and trying to right it, when Henry observed One Ear sliding away. (page 18)

There were cries of men, the churn of sleds, the creaking of harnesses, and the eager whimpering of straining dogs. Four sleds pulled in from the river bed to the camp among the trees. Half a dozen men were about the man who crouched in the center of dying fire. They were shaking and prodding him to consciousness. He looked at them like a drunken man and maundered in strange, sleepy speech. (page 27)

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Really nice Tackk I think the pictures are superb great job

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great pictures of the dog-mushers

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Spot-on tack I'm really loving imagery

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i liked the imagery you had especially this one "there was to it a faint reddish hue-a hue that was baffling, that appeared and disappeared"

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Chuck Norris gives this a thumbs up 👍

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I liked your tackk. It showed the imagery in White Fang a lot.

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Super cool tackk great job

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This was the cooliest tackk my eyes have ever seen