Imagery in White Fang

Unlike any other wall with which he had experienced, this wall seemed to recede from him as he approached. No hard surface collided with the tender little nose he thrust out tentatively before him. The substance of the wall seemed as permeable and yielding as light. And as condition, in his eyes, had the seeming of form, so he entered into what has been wall to him and bathed in the substance that composed it. (The Wall of The World, pg. 53)

After a time, the ptarmigan ceased her struggling. He still held her by the wing, and they lay on the ground and looked at each. He tried to growl threateningly, ferociously. She pecked his nose, which by now, what of previous adventures, was sore. He winced but held on. She pecked him again and again. From wincing he went on whimpering. He tried to hold back away from her, oblivious to the fact that by his hold on her he dragged her after him. A rain of pecks fell on his ill-used nose. The flood of fight ebbed down in him, and releasing his prey, he turned tail and scampered off across the open in inglorious retreat. (The Wall of The World, pg. 57)

One of the Indians arose and walked over to him and stooped above him. The cub cowered closer to the ground. It was the unknown, objectified at last, in concrete flesh and blood, bending over him and reaching down to seize hold of him. His hair bristled involuntarily; his lips writhed back and his little fangs were bared. The hand, poised like doom above him, hesitated, and the man spoke, laughing, "Wabam wabisca ip pit tah." ("Look! The white fangs!") The other Indians laughed loudly, and urged the man on to pick up the cub. As the hand descended closer and closer, there raged within the cub a battle of instincts. (The Makers of Fire, pg 68 & 69)

White Fang followed and lay down beside her. Salmon Tongue's hand reached out to him and rolled him over on his back. Kiche looked on anxiously. White Fang felt fear mounting in him again. He could not  quite suppress a snarl, but he made no effort to snap. The hand, with fingers crooked and spread apart, rubbed his stomach in a playful way and rolled him from side to side. It was ridiculously ungainly, lying there on his back with legs sprawling on the air. Besides, it was a position of such utter helplessness that White Fang’s whole nature revolted against it. He could do nothing to defend himself. If this man-animal intended harm, White Fang knew that he could not escape it. How could he spring away with his four legs in the air above him? Yet submission made him master his fear, and he only growled softly.  (The Makers of Fire, pg. 71)

White Fang had never seen dogs before, but at sight of them he felt that they were his own kind, only somehow different. But they displayed little difference from the wolf when they discovered the cub and his mother. There was a rush. White Fang bristled and snarled and snapped in the face of the open-mouthed oncoming wave of dogs, and went down and under them, feeling the sharp slash of teeth in his body, himself biting and tearing at the legs and bellies above him. There was a great uproar. He could hear the snarl of Kiche as she fought for him; and he could hear the cries of the man-animals, the sound of clubs striking upon bodies, and the yelps of pain from the dogs so struck. (The Makers of Fire, pg 72)

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2 years ago
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Your vocabulary was very detailed and descriptive of what was happening.

2 years ago
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You did an amazing job!

2 years ago
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i liked the imagery you choose :)

2 years ago
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I liked the last example a lot 😀good job 😀

2 years ago
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I liked your examples a lot and the pictures went really well with them.

2 years ago
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Fun photos, great examples.

2 years ago
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I liked your third example of imagery a lot with the picture you used.