Imagery In White Fang

White Fang was in splendid condition. His hunting had been good, and for a week he had eaten his fill. He was even gorged from his latest kill. But in the moment he looked at Lip-lip his hair rose on end all along his back. It was an involuntary bristling on his part, the physical state that in the past had always accompanied the mental state produced in him by Lip-lip's bullying and persecution. As in the past he had bristled and snarled at sight of Lip-lip, so now, and automatically, he bristled and snarled. He did not waste any time. The thing was done thoroughly and with dispatch. Lip-lip essayed to back away, but White Fang struck him hard, shoulder to shoulder. Lip-lip was overthrown and rolled upon his back. White Fang's teeth drove into the scrawny throat. There was a death-struggle, during which White Fang walked around, stiff-legged  and observant. Then he resumed his course and trotted on along the base of the bluff. (Chapter 14 - Page 208 and 209)

This jaw gave the impression of ferocious determination. But something lacked. Perhaps it was from excess. Perhaps the jaw was too large. At any rate, it was a lie. Beauty Smith was known far and wide as the weakest of weak-kneed and sniveling cowards. To complete his description, his teeth were large and yellow, while the two eye-teeth, larger than their fellows, showed under his lean lips like fangs. His eyes were yellow and muddy, as though Nature had run short on pigments and squeezed together the dregs of all her tubes. It was the same with his hair, sparse and irregular of growth, muddy-yellow and dirty-yellow, rising on his head and sprouting out of his face in unexpected tufts and bunches, in appearance like clumped and wind-blown grain. (Chapter 16 - Page 220)

Beauty Smith enjoyed the task. He delighted in it. He gloated over his victim, and his eyes flamed dully, as he swung the whip or club and listened to White Fang's cries of pain and to his helpless bellows and snarls. For Beauty Smith was cruel in the way that cowards are cruel. Cringing and sniveling himself before the blows or angry speech of a man, he revenged himself, in turn, upon creatures weaker than he. All life likes power, and Beauty Smith was no exception. Denied the expression of power amongst his own kind, he fell back upon the lesser creatures and there vindicated the life that was in him. But Beauty Smith had not created himself, and no blame was to be attached to him. He had come into the world with a twisted body and a brute intelligence. This had constituted the clay of him, and it had not been kindly moulded by the world. (Chapter 16 - Page 224)

The door of the pen was being opened again. White Fang paused. Something unusual was happening. He waited. The door was opened wider. Then a huge dog was thrust inside, and the door was slammed shut behind him. White Fang had never seen such a dog (it was a mastiff); but the size and fierce aspect of the intruder did not deter him. Here was some thing, not wood nor iron, upon which to wreak his hate. He leaped in with a flash of fangs that ripped down the side of the mastiff's neck. The mastiff shook his head, growled hoarsely, and plunged at White Fang. But White Fang was here, there, and everywhere, always evading and eluding, and always leaping in and slashing with his fangs and leaping out again in time to escape punishment. (Chapter 17 - Page 227)

The bull-dog was bleeding back of one ear from a rip in his thick neck. He gave no sign, did not even snarl, but turned and followed after White Fang. The display on both sides, the quickness of the one and the steadiness of the other, had excited the partisan spirit of the crowd, and the men were making new bets and increasing original bets. Again, and yet again, White Fang sprang in, slashed, and got away untouched, and still his strange foe followed after him, without too great haste, not slowly, but deliberately and determinedly, in a businesslike sort of way. There was purpose in his method - something for him to do that he was intent upon doing and from which nothing could distract him. (Chapter 18 - Page 232)

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Overall, I believe that you did an amazing job on your tackk! All of your pictures as well as your paragraphs were very unique and vivid! My favorite example would definitely have to be your second paragraph because it was one that I have not read yet and I believe that most people would not have chosen and noticed that example of imagery! The picture gave me a lot of insight. It also painted a clear picture in my mind of what was going on during this time in the book. Your tackk was one of my favorites!!

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1. I thought that your first one was very descriptive and it painted a clear picture in my mind of what the setting and the vibe was of that story, during that time period. The picture also helped with the example!!

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1. you did a great job on finding the imagery, it shows a lot if imagery and it doesn't just show sight but hearing.
2. I have just finished reading imagery number 2 and I have to say good job. the one that you found makes me feel like I am in the book staring at the characters and being apart of the book.
3. I have just finished reading number 3 and I have t say it isn't as good as the first two I doesn't have as much imagery and it doesn't make me feel like I am part of the book.
4. during the reading you have found a great example of imagery it shows a lot of sight and sound imagery but little of everything else.
5. during the reading the imagery showed a lot of action and it made me feel like the paragraph was true and actually happened

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1. There were many great imagery examples in your first paragraph. I could easily visualize everything that you bolded because you chose a great paragraph that was well explained and described with great imagery and sensory details. Also, the picture corresponds greatly with this paragraph.

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2. Your second paragraph was personally one of my favorites! Even though Beauty Smith isn't one of my favorite characters in the story, you chose the perfect paragraph that gave a great description of him.

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3. This third paragraph was very descriptive, even though it didn't have that many imagery examples. Overall, this paragraph didn't have much going on, but was very descriptive and well picked.

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2. I loved your second example because it was one of my favorite parts of the story. It showed and explained how detailed that part of the story was!
3. I also liked your 3rd imagery example because it emphasized the feeling of that scene and what was going on!
4. Loved you r 4th example because it was so descriptive. Also, the picture went along perfect with your example!
5. My favorite one of yours was the last one because of the picture. The imagery example was also very exciting!!