1 The blow was like a flash of light.
2 This was the mouth of the cave and the source of light.
3 But scarcely had the cheer of its light departed, than he went into camp.
4 Morning came, but for the first time the light of day failed to scatter the wolves.
5 It was dim-lighted; but his eyes had never had to adjust themselves to any other light.
6 The pale light of the short sunless day was beginning to fade, when a faint far cry arose on the still air.
White Fang By Jack LondonContextHighlight In PART 1: CHAPTER I THE TRAIL OF THE MEAT 7 When morning came and a dim light pervaded the lair, he again sought after the source of the remotely familiar sounds.
8 They remained in a circle about him and his fire, displaying an arrogance of possession that shook his courage born of the morning light.
9 The grey light of day that remained lasted until three o'clock, when it, too, faded, and the pall of the Arctic night descended upon the lone and silent land.
10 They had lost no dogs during the night, and they swung out upon the trail and into the silence, the darkness, and the cold with spirits that were fairly light.
11 One Eye, with pointed, interested ears, laughed at her, and beyond, outlined against the white light, she could see the brush of his tail waving good-naturedly.
12 The trees had been stripped by a recent wind of their white covering of frost, and they seemed to lean towards each other, black and ominous, in the fading light.
White Fang By Jack LondonContextHighlight In PART 1: CHAPTER I THE TRAIL OF THE MEAT 13 By the light of the fire he crooked his fingers slowly and repeatedly now one at a time, now all together, spreading them wide or making quick gripping movements.
14 The light from it had beat upon his sealed lids, and the eyes and the optic nerves had pulsated to little, sparklike flashes, warm-coloured and strangely pleasing.
15 Bleeding and coughing, already stricken, he sprang at the elder and fought while life faded from him, his legs going weak beneath him, the light of day dulling on his eyes, his blows and springs falling shorter and shorter.
White Fang By Jack LondonContextHighlight In PART 2: CHAPTER I THE BATTLE OF THE FANGS 16 Nevertheless, he made out, sheltering between her legs against the length of her body, five strange little bundles of life, very feeble, very helpless, making tiny whimpering noises, with eyes that did not open to the light.
17 The life of his body, and of every fibre of his body, the life that was the very substance of his body and that was apart from his own personal life, had yearned toward this light and urged his body toward it in the same way that the cunning chemistry of a plant urges it toward the sun.
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