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<Author>London, Jack</Author>
<Title>Call of the Wild</Title>
<Edition>[Selections. 1982]. Library of America. New York: Literary Classics of the U.S., 1982</Edition>
<Date>1903</Date>
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<p> I <i>Into the Primitive</i>
<l><i>"Old longings nomadic leap, </l>
<l>Chafing at custom's chain; </l>
<l>Again from its brumal sleep </l>
<l>Wakens the ferine strain."</i> </l>
<p>Buck did not read the newspapers, or he would have known that
trouble was brewing, not alone for himself, but for every tide-water
dog, strong of muscle and with warm, long hair, from Puget Sound to San
Diego. Because men, groping in the Arctic darkness, had found a yellow
metal, and because steamship and transportation companies were booming
the find, thousands of men were rushing into the Northland. These men
wanted dogs, and the dogs they wanted were heavy dogs, with strong
muscles by which to . . .
