The Call of the Wild: Original Text
Jack London
Paperback
(Independently published, July 1, 2020)
Buck did not read the newspapers, or he would have known that trouble was brewing,not alone for himself, but for every tide-water dog, strong of muscle and with warm, longhair, from Puget Sound to San Diego. Because men, groping in the Arctic darkness, hadfound a yellow metal, and because steamship and transportation companies were boomingthe find, thousands of men were rushing into the Northland. These men wanted dogs, andthe dogs they wanted were heavy dogs, with strong muscles by which to toil, and furrycoats to protect them from the frost.Buck lived at a big house in the sun-kissed Santa Clara Valley. Judge Miller’s place, it wascalled. It stood back from the road, half hidden among the trees, through which glimpsescould be caught of the wide cool veranda that ran around its four sides. The house wasapproached by gravelled driveways which wound about through wide-spreading lawns andunder the interlacing boughs of tall poplars. At the rear things were on even a morespacious scale than at the front. There were great stables, where a dozen grooms and boysheld forth, rows of vine-clad servants’ cottages, an endless and orderly array of outhouses,long grape arbors, green pastures, orchards, and berry patches. Then there was thepumping plant for the artesian well, and the big cement tank where Judge Miller’s boystook their morning plunge and kept cool in the hot afternoon.And over this great demesne Buck ruled. Here he was born, and here he had lived thefour years of his life. It was true, there were other dogs, There could not but be other dogson so vast a place, but they did not count. They came and went, resided in the populouskennels, or lived obscurely in the recesses of the house after the fashion of Toots, theJapanese pug, or Ysabel, the Mexican hairless,—strange creatures that rarely put nose outof doors or set foot to ground. On the other hand, there were the fox terriers, a score ofthem at least, who yelped fearful promises at Toots and Ysabel looking out of the windowsat them and protected by a legion of housemaids armed with brooms and mops.