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更多好书请点击 The Son of the Wolf The Son of the Wolf by Jack London 1 更多好书请点击 The Son of the Wolf The White Silence Carmen wont last more than a couple of days. Mason spat out a chunk of ice and surveyed the poor animal ruefully, then put her foot in his mouth and proceeded to bite out the ice which clustered cruelly between the toes. I never saw a dog with a highfalutin name that ever was worth a rap, he said, as he concluded his task and shoved her aside. They just fade away and die under the responsibility. Did ye ever see one go wrong with a sensible name like Cassiar, Siwash, or Husky? No, sir! Take a look at Shookum here, hes-- Snap! The lean brute flashed up, the white teeth just missing Masons throat. Ye will, will ye? A shrewd clout behind the ear with the butt of the dog whip stretched the animal in the snow, quivering softly, a yellow slaver dripping from its fangs. As I was saying, just look at Shookum here--hes got the spirit. Bet ye he eats Carmen before the weeks out. Ill bank another proposition against that, replied Malemute Kid, reversing the frozen bread placed before the fire to thaw. Well eat Shookum before the trip is over. What dye say, Ruth? The Indian woman settled the coffee with a piece of ice, glanced from Malemute Kid to her husband, then at the dogs, but vouchsafed no reply. It was such a palpable truism that none was necessary. Two hundred miles of unbroken trail in prospect, with a scant six days grub for themselves and none for the dogs, could admit no other alternative. The two men and the woman grouped about the fire and began their meager meal. The dogs lay