White Fang Imagery

Dark spruce forest frowned on either side the frozen waterway. The trees had been stripped by a recent wind of their white covering of frost, and they seemed to lean toward each other, black and ominous, in the fading light. A vast silence reigned 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 the frost and partaking of the grimness of infallibility. It was the 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 Chapter 1)

But Bill ignored him, "I seen some of them.  They're pretty thin.  They ain't had a bite in weeks, I reckon, outside of Fatty an' Frog an' Spanker: an' there's so many of 'em that didn't go far.  They're remarkably thin.  Their ribs is like washboards, an' their stomachs is right up against their backbones.  They're pretty desperate, I can tell you. They'll be goin' mad, yet, an' then watch out."(Page 15 Chapter 2)

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 Chapter 2)

One Eye sprang back with a snort of sudden fright, then shrank down to the snow and crouched, snarling threats at this thing of fear he did not understand.  But the she-wolf coolly thrust past him.  She poised for a moment, then sprang for the dancing rabbit.  She, too, soared high, but not so high as the quarry, and her teeth clipped emptily together with a metallic snap.  She made another leap, and another.(Page 36 Chapter 4)

One Eye was hungry.  Though he lay down in the entrance and slept, his sleep was fitful.  He kept awaking and cocking his ears at the bright world without, where the April sun was blazing across the snow.  When he dozed, upon his ears would steal the faint whispers of hidden trickles of running water, and he would rouse and listen intently.  The sun had come back, and all the awakening Northland world was calling to him.  Life was stirring.  The feel of Spring was in the air, the feel of growing life under the snow, of sap ascending in the trees, of buds bursting the shackles of the frost.

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2 years ago
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I really like the pictures you chose with your Tackk because they all add a visual representation of the imagery very well.

2 years ago
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Pretty cool Tackk, just followed Sweet pics dawg