Every time Buck left camp and went into the forest, he became at once a thing of the wild He would kill rabbit as it and catch in air that jumped a little too late into the trees. Even fish were not too quick for him.
When the fall carne, there were more moose in the forest, moving slowly down from the mountains to spend the winters in the warmer valleys below, Buck had already killed a baby but now he wanted a more difficult fight. One day, near the top of the river, he saw a group of twenty moose, and among them a great bull-a male moose.
The bull stood nearly two meters above the ground, with great wide antlers', and he roared angrily when he saw Buck. He had the arrow of a Native American hunter in his back, and because he was hurt, he was bad-tempered and full of hate.
Buck wanted to get the bull away from the herd-the group of moose-and he jumped about in front of it, barking, so that it could not move forward. Then, when it became so angry that it ran at Buck, he moved away quickly. At first, when he did this, two or three of the younger bulls ran at Buck so that the great bull could move forward with the rest of the herd. But Buck was patient, and after half a day, he was still stopping the great bull from moving forward. The sun was going down and the younger moose knew that they had to move to lower ground
At last, the herd moved away, while the great bull stood and watched them leave. He could not follow, because in front of him jumped around this terrible animal who would not let him go. From then on, day and night, Buck never left the bull, and never allowed it to eat, drink or rest. The moose's head dropped lower, and it became weaker and weaker. It began to stand a lot, with its nose to the ground, and Buck had more time to rest and drink. At these moments, watching the bull carefully, it seemed to Buck that he could feel a change in the land. st as the moose were coming into the land.