1 Every hour was filled with shock and surprise.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter II. The Law of Club and Fang 2 Between them they ran him about for the better part of an hour.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter IV. Who Has Won to Mastership 3 Time was flying, and they should have been on the trail an hour gone.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter IV. Who Has Won to Mastership 4 For the better part of an hour the wild brother ran by his side, whining softly.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter VII. The Sounding of the Call 5 Then, while some broke camp, others harnessed the dogs, and they were under way an hour or so before the darkness fell which gave warning of dawn.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter IV. Who Has Won to Mastership 6 There was nothing for the dogs to do, save the hauling in of meat now and again that Thornton killed, and Buck spent long hours musing by the fire.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter VII. The Sounding of the Call 7 Also, the dog-driver rubbed Buck's feet for half an hour each night after supper, and sacrificed the tops of his own moccasins to make four moccasins for Buck.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter III. The Dominant Primordial Beast 8 To them, this was the one feature of the day, though it was good to loaf around, after the fish was eaten, for an hour or so with the other dogs, of which there were fivescore and odd.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter IV. Who Has Won to Mastership 9 At the end of half an hour one man stated that his dog could start a sled with five hundred pounds and walk off with it; a second bragged six hundred for his dog; and a third, seven hundred.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter VI. For the Love of a Man 10 He would lie by the hour, eager, alert, at Thornton's feet, looking up into his face, dwelling upon it, studying it, following with keenest interest each fleeting expression, every movement or change of feature.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter VI. For the Love of a Man 11 It was a simple matter to give the dogs less food; but it was impossible to make the dogs travel faster, while their own inability to get under way earlier in the morning prevented them from travelling longer hours.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter V. The Toil of Trace and Trail 12 He broke into the long easy lope, and went on, hour after hour, never at loss for the tangled way, heading straight home through strange country with a certitude of direction that put man and his magnetic needle to shame.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter VII. The Sounding of the Call 13 It was not the dead-tiredness that comes through brief and excessive effort, from which recovery is a matter of hours; but it was the dead-tiredness that comes through the slow and prolonged strength drainage of months of toil.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter V. The Toil of Trace and Trail 14 Two hours of cursing and exertion got the harnesses into shape, and the wound-stiffened team was under way, struggling painfully over the hardest part of the trail they had yet encountered, and for that matter, the hardest between them and Dawson.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter III. The Dominant Primordial Beast 15 On the opposite slope of the watershed they came down into a level country where were great stretches of forest and many streams, and through these great stretches they ran steadily, hour after hour, the sun rising higher and the day growing warmer.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter VII. The Sounding of the Call 16 He would be lying in camp, dozing lazily in the heat of the day, when suddenly his head would lift and his ears cock up, intent and listening, and he would spring to his feet and dash away, and on and on, for hours, through the forest aisles and across the open spaces where the niggerheads bunched.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter VII. The Sounding of the Call 17 He would thrust his nose into the cool wood moss, or into the black soil where long grasses grew, and snort with joy at the fat earth smells; or he would crouch for hours, as if in concealment, behind fungus-covered trunks of fallen trees, wide-eyed and wide-eared to all that moved and sounded about him.
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