Imagery in White Fang

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 ominous, in the 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 silence. 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 a Sphinx, a laughter cold as the frost and partaking of the grimness of infallibility. It was a masterful and incommunicable wisdom of eternity laughing at the futility of life and effort of life. It was the wild, the savage, frozen-hearted Northland Wild. (Chapter 1)

He kept the fire blazing, for he knew that it alone intervened between the flesh of his body and their hungry fangs. His two dogs stayed close by him, one on either side, leaning against him for protection, crying and whimpering, and at times snarling disparately when a wolf approached a little closer than usual. At such moments, when his dogs snarled, the whole circle would be aggravated, the wolves coming to their feet and pressing tentatively forward, a chorus of snarls and eager yelps rising  about him. Then the  circle would lie down again, and here and there a wolf would resume its broken nap. (Chapter 3)

The grey cub's eyes had not been open long, yet already he could see with steady clearness.  And  while his eyes were still closed, he had felt, tasted, and smelled. He knew his two brothers and two sisters very well.  He had begun to romp with them in a feeble, awkward way and even to squabble, his little throat vibrating with a queer rasping noise (the forerunner of the growl), as he worked himself into a passion.  And long before his eyes had opened, he had learned by touch, taste, and smell to know his mother - a fount of warmth and liquid food and tenderness.  She possessed a gentle caressing tongue that soothed him when it passed over his soft little body, and that impelled him to snuggle close against her and dose off to sleep.  (Chapter 6)

But he was, further the fiercest of the litter.  He could make a louder rasping growl than any of them.  His tiny rages were much more terrible than theirs.    It was he that first learned the trick of rolling a fellow-cub over with a cunning paw-stroke.    And it was he that first gripped another cub by the ear and pulled and tugged and growled through jaws, tight-clenched. And certainly it was he that caused the most  trouble in keeping her litter from the mouth of the cave.  (Chapter 6)

The fascination of the light for the grey cub increased from day to day.  He was perpetually departing on yard-long adventures toward the cave's entrance and as perpetually being driven back.  Only he did not know it for an entrance.  He did not know anything about entrances -- passages where by one goes from one place to another place.  He did not know any other place, much less of the way to get there.  So to him the entrance of the cave was a wall -- a wall of light.  As the sun was to the outside dweller, this wall was to him the sun of the world.  It attracts him as a candle attracts a moth.  He was always striving to attain it.  The life that was so swiftly expanding within him urged him continually towards the wall of light.  The life  that was within him knew that it was the only way out.  The way he was predestined to tread.   But he himself did not know anything about it.  He did not know that there was any outside at all. ( Chapter 6)

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@iprefermymealsdead NOOOOO NO its not!!!!!!11!!!!

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Yes

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@MarchingBandGeek Yes it is

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I had to delete my gifs...😭

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I feel your pain

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@MarchingBandGeek so sad 😭

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I liked your third paragraph of imagery because it really shows different types and forms of imagery.

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Sarah, I especially liked your 1st example because it showed the theme of Man v. Nature very well. Overall, all of your examples of imagery show real, raw emotion that really shined through in the book. Great job 😀

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I really liked your first example of imagery because the passage showed the environment that White Fang lived in which gives the reader valuable insight to the story line.

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Hey Sarah! I really enjoyed how you took the time to write alot of one passage because i think that doing that helped the passage be more understandable and have more show vs tell words. Your backround looks cool too as well as your pictures because they were very relevant to what you are writing and they enhance even more what the passage is talking about. :)