To build a fire / Jack London
| dc.contributor | Dell, Thomas Internet Wiretap |
| dc.contributor.author | London, Jack, 1876-1916 |
| dc.coverage.placeName | s.l. |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2018-07-27 |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2022-08-19T15:06:56Z |
| dc.date.available | 2022-08-19T15:06:56Z |
| dc.date.created | 1902 |
| dc.date.issued | 1993-05-20 |
| dc.identifier | ota:1871 |
| dc.identifier.uri | http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.14106/1871 |
| dc.description.abstract | Resource deposited with the Oxford Text Archive. |
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| dc.language | English |
| dc.language.iso | eng |
| dc.publisher | University of Oxford |
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| dc.rights | Distributed by the University of Oxford under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. |
| dc.rights.uri | http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/ |
| dc.rights.label | PUB |
| dc.subject.lcsh | American fiction -- 20th century |
| dc.subject.other | Short stories |
| dc.title | To build a fire / Jack London |
| dc.type | Text |
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| files.size | 41609 |
| files.count | 1 |
| otaterms.date.range | 1900-1999 |
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February 20, 1993
TO BUILD A FIRE
by
Jack London
"He was quick and alert in the things of life, but
only in the things, and not in the significances."
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DAY HAD BROKEN cold and gray, exceedingly cold and gray,
when the man turned aside from the main Yukon trail and climbed
the high earth-bank, where a dim and little-travelled trail led
eastward through the fat spruce timberland. It was a steep bank,
and he paused for breath at the top, excusing the act to himself
by looking at his . . .
