第9章 THE DOMINANT PRIMORDIAL BEAST(1)
The dominant primordial beast was strong in Buck, and under the fierce conditions of trail life it grew and grew.Yet it was a secret growth.
His newborn cunning gave him poise and control.He was too busy adjusting himself to the new life to feel at ease, and not only did he not pick fights, but he avoided them whenever possible.A certain deliberateness characterized his attitude.He was not prone to rashness and precipitate action; and in the bitter hatred between him and Spitz he betrayed no impatience, shunned all offensive acts.
On the other hand, possibly because he divined in Buck a dangerous rival, Spitz never lost an opportunity of showing his teeth.He even went out of his way to bully Buck, striving constantly to start the fight which could end only in the death of one or the other.
Early in the trip this might have taken place had it not been for an unwonted accident.At the end of this day they made a bleak and miserable camp on the shore of Lake Le Barge.Driving snow, a wind that cut like a white-hot knife, and darkness, had forced them to grope for a camping place.They could hardly have fared worse.At their backs rose a perpendicular wall of rock, and Perrault and Francois were compelled to make their fire and spread their sleeping robes on the ice of the lake itself.The tent they had discarded at Yea in order to travel light.A few sticks of driftwood furnished them with a fire that thawed down through the ice and left them to eat supper in the dark.
Close in under the sheltering rock Buck made his nest.So snug and warm was it, that he was loath to leave it when Francois distributed the fish which he had first thawed over the fire.But when Buck finished his ration and returned, he found his nest occupied.A warning snarl told him that the trespasser was Spitz.Till now Buck had avoided trouble with his enemy, but this was too much.The beast in him roared.He sprang upon Spitz with a fury which surprised them both, and Spitz particularly, for his whole experience with Buck had gone to teach him that his rival was an unusually timid dog, who managed to hold his own only because of his great weight and size.
Francois was surprised, too, when they shot out in a tangle from the disrupted nest and he divined the cause of the trouble."A-a-ah!" he cried to Buck."Give it to him by Gar! Give it to him, the dirty thief!"Spitz was equally willing.He was crying with sheer rage and eagerness as he circled back and forth for a chance to spring in.Buck was no less eager, and no less cautious, as he likewise circled back and forth for the advantage.But it was then that the unexpected happened, the thing which projected their struggle for supremacy far into the future, past many a weary mile of trail and toil.
An oath from Perrault, the resounding impact of a club upon a bony frame, and a shrill yelp of pain, heralded the breaking forth of pandemonium.
the camp was suddenly discovered to be alive with skulking furry forms--starving huskies, four or five score of them, who had scented the camp from some Indian village.They had crept in while Buck and Spitz were fighting, and when the two men sprang among them with stout clubs they showed their teeth and fought back.They were crazed by the smell of the food.Perrault found one with head buried in the grub-box.His club landed heavily on the gaunt ribs, and the grub-box was capsized on the ground.On the instant a score of the famished brutes were scrambling for the bread and bacon.The clubs fell upon them unheeded.They yelped and howled under the rain of blows, but struggled none the less madly till the last crumb had been devoured.
In the meantime the astonished team-dogs had burst out of their nests only to be set upon by the fierce invaders.Never had Buck seen such dogs.
It seemed as though their bones would burst through their skins.They were mere skeletons, draped loosely in draggled hides, with blazing eyes and slavered fangs.But the hunger-madness made them terrifying, irresistible.
There was no opposing them.The team-dogs were swept back against the cliff at the first onset.Buck was beset by three huskies, and in a trice his head and shoulders were ripped and slashed.The din was frightful.Billee was crying as usual.Dave and Sol-leks, dripping blood from a score of wounds, were fighting bravely side by side.Joe was snapping like a demon.
Once his teeth closed on the fore leg of a husky, and he crunched down through the bone.Pike, the malingerer, leaped upon the crippled animal, breaking its neck with a quick flash of teeth and a jerk.Buck got a frothing adversary by the throat, and was sprayed with blood when his teeth sank through the jugular.The warm taste of it in his mouth goaded him to greater fierceness.He flung himself upon another, and at the same time felt teeth sink into his own throat.It was Spitz, treacherously attacking from the side.
Perrault and Francois, having cleaned out their part of the camp, hurried to save their sled-dogs.The wild wave of famished beasts rolled back before them, and Buck shook himself free.But is was only for a moment.The two men were compelled to run back to save the grub; upon which the huskies returned to the attack on the team.Billee, terrified into bravery, sprang through the savage circle and fled away over the ice.Pike and Dub followed on his heels, with the rest of the team behind.As Buck drew himself together to spring after them, out of the tail of his eye he saw Spitz rush upon him with the evident intention of overthrowing him.Once off his feet and under that mass of huskies, there was no hope for him.But he braced himself to the shock of Spitz's charge, then joined the flight out on the lake.
Later, the nine team-dogs gathered together and sought shelter in the forest.Though unpursued, they were in a sorry plight.There was not one who was not wounded in four or five places, while some were wounded grievously.