Chapter 1
And each time the joyful bark that trembled in Buck's throat was twisted into a savage growl. (1.22)
Chapter 2
He had been suddenly jerked from the heart of civilization and flung into the heart of things primordial. (2.1)
Chapter 3
The dominant primordial beast was strong in Buck, and under the fierce conditions of trail life it grew and grew. (3.1)
Chapter 4
Far more potent were the memories of his heredity that gave things he had never seen before a seeming familiarity; the instincts (which were but the memories of his ancestors become habits) which h...
Chapter 5
It was beautiful spring weather, but neither dogs nor humans were aware of it. Each day the sun rose earlier and set later. It was dawn by three in the morning, and twilight lingered till nine at n...
Chapter 6
Faithfulness and devotion, things born of fire and roof, were his; yet he retained his wildness and wiliness. He was a thing of the wild, come in from the wild to sit by John Thornton's fire, rathe...
Chapter 7
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 vision of the short-legged hairy man came to...