White Fang imagery

Withdrawn from the immediate scramble of the other dogs--in fact, out of sight behind a thicket-- he was devouring his prize, when Baseek rushed upon him. before he knew what he was doing, he slashed the intruder twice and sprung clear. Baseek was surprised by the other`s temerity, and swiftness of attack. He stood, gazing stupidly across at White Fang, the raw, red shinbone between them. (chapter XIV page 104)

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.

The men outside shouted and applauded, while Beauty Smith, in an ecstasy of delight, gloated over the ripping and mangling performed by White Fang. There was no hope for the mastiff from the first. He was too ponderous and slow. In the end, while Beauty Smith beat White Fang back with a club, the mastiff was dragged out by its owner. Then there was a payment of bets, and money clinked in Beauty Smith’s hand. (XVI page 131)

White Fang stood over the shinbone, bristling and menacing, while Baseek stood a little way off, preparing to retreat. he dared not no to risk a fight with this young lightning flash, and he knew, and more bitterly enfeeblement of oncoming age. his attempt to maintain his dignity was heroic. Calmly turning his back upon young dog and shinbone, as though both were beneath his notice an unworthy of consideration, he stalked grandly away (chapter XIV pages 105-106)

As an enemy of his kind, it was in White Fang’s province to fight with them. This he did, and he quickly achieved for them a mighty contempt. They were soft and helpless, made much noise, and floundered around clumsily trying to accomplish by main strength what he accomplished by dexterity and cunning. They rushed bellowing at him. He sprang to the side. They did not know what had become of him; and in that moment he struck them on the shoulder, rolling them off their feet and delivering his stroke at the throat. ( XV page 119)

Backward, from the apex, his head slanted down to his neck and forward it slanted uncompromisingly to meet a low and remarkably wide forehead. Beginning here, as though regretting her parsimony, Nature had spread his features with a lavish hand. His eyes were large, and between them was the distance of two eyes. His face, in relation to the rest of him, was prodigious. In order to discover the necessary area, Nature had given him an enormous prognathous jaw. It was wide and heavy, and protruded outward and down until it seemed to rest on his chest. Possibly this appearance was due to the weariness of the slender neck, unable properly to support so great a burden.

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 snivelling 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. (XVI  pages 122-123)

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2 years ago
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This is an awesome tack!

2 years ago
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You did a nice job :-)

2 years ago
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I like the section Beauty Smith.

2 years ago
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The black grizzly bear/dog hybrid in the one picture is pretty frightening

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2 years ago
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I liked how you made all the passages relate to one another. They are all related to Baseek and many of White Fang's attacks.

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2 years ago
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great jobbvery nicely donee!!!!

2 years ago
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Really god tackk i thought the third pic was my favorite

2 years ago
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is that thing a bear or a dog or what? i cant tell what it is