For three days the dogs rested in Skagway.Then Francois put his arms around Buck's neck and said goodbye to him. And that was the last of Francois and Perrault. Like other men, they passed out of Buck's life for ever Two new men took Buck and his team back north on the long journey to Dawson, travelling with several other dog- teams. It was heavy work; the sledge was loaded with letters for the gold miners of Dawson. Buck did not like it,but he worked hard, and made the other dogs work har too. Each day was the same. They started early, before it the was light, and at night they stopped and camped and dogs ate. For the dogs this was the best part of the day, first eating, then resting by the fire
Buck liked to lie by the fire, looking atthe burning wood. Sometimes he thought about Mr Miller's house in California. More often he remembered the man in the red coat and his club, the death of Curly, the fight with Spitz, and the good things that he had eaten. But sometimes he remembered other things. These were things that he remembered throug his parents, and his parents' parents, and all the dogs which had lived before him.