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‘”Answers to the name of Buck,”’ the man soliloquised, quoting
from the saloon-keeper’s letter which had announced the
consignment of the crate and contents. ‘Well, Buck, my boy,’ he
went on in a genial voice, ‘we’ve had our little ruction, and the best
thing we can do is to let it go at that. You’ve learned your place,
and I know mine. Be a good dog, and all ‘ll go well and the goose
hang high. Be a bad dog, and I’ll whale the stuffin’ outa you.
Understand?’

As he spoke he fearlessly patted the head he had so mercilessly
pounded, and though Buck’s hair involuntarily bristled at touch of
the hand, he endured it without protest. When the man brought
water he drank eagerly, and later bolted a generous meal of raw
meat, chunk by chunk, from the man’s hand.

He was beaten (he knew that); but he was not broken. He saw,
once for all, that he stood no chance against a man with a club. He
had learned the lesson, and in all his afterlife he never forgot it.
That club was a revelation. It was his introduction to the reign of
primitive law, and he met the introduction halfway. The facts of
life took on a fiercer aspect; and while he faced that aspect
uncowed, he faced it with all the latent cunning of his nature
aroused. As the days went by, other dogs came in crates and at the
ends of ropes, some docilely, and some raging and roaring as he
had come; and, one and all, he watched them pass under the
dominion of the man in the red sweater. Again and again, as he
looked at each brutal performance, the lesson was driven home to
Buck: a man with a club was a lawgiver, a master to be obeyed,
though not necessarily conciliated. Of this last Buck was never
guilty, though he did see beaten dogs that fawned upon the man,
and wagged their tails, and licked his hand. Also he saw one dog,
that would neither conciliate nor obey, finally killed in the struggle
for mastery.

Now and again men came, strangers, who talked excitedly,
wheedlingly, and in all kinds of fashions to the man in the red
sweater. And at such times that money passed between them the
strangers took one or more of the dogs away with them. Buck
wondered where they went, for they never came back; but the fear
of the future was strong upon him, and he was glad each time
when he was not selected.

Yet his time came, in the end, in the form of a little weazened man
who spat broken English and many strange and uncouth
exclamations which Buck could not understand.
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