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London, Jack, 1876-1916

"The Son of the Wolf"


'It's Ulysses,' he said quietly, tossing the bag of dust on the
table. 'Guess it's all day with Axel Gunderson and the woman.
Come on, let's get him between the blankets. He's Indian; he'll
pull through and tell a tale besides.' As they cut his garments
from him, near his right breast could be seen two unhealed,
hard-lipped knife thrusts.
III
'I will talk of the things which were in my own way; but you will
understand. I will begin at the beginning, and tell of myself and
the woman, and, after that, of the man.' He of the Otter Skins
drew over to the stove as do men who have been deprived of fire
and are afraid the Promethean gift may vanish at any moment.
Malemute Kid picked up the slush lamp and placed it so its light
might fall upon the face of the narrator. Prince slid his body
over the edge of the bunk and joined them.
'I am Naass, a chief, and the son of a chief, born between a
sunset and a rising, on the dark seas, in my father's oomiak. All
of a night the men toiled at the paddles, and the women cast out
the waves which threw in upon us, and we fought with the storm.
The salt spray froze upon my mother's breast till her breath
passed with the passing of the tide.


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