other kinds of life were too, the forest and stream and air seemed to tell e of it. He could hear nothing and see nothing, but he knew that the land was different and that strange things were
At last at the end of the fourth day, Buck pulled the moose down. For a day and a night he stayed next to the dead animal, eating and sleeping. Then, rested a strong, he started back to the camp. As he traveled, he could feel more and more strongly the change in the land. There was life here that was different from the life that been here in the summer. It was not just a feeling that told him this now, The birds sang of it, the squirrels talked about it and even the wind whispered off it. Several times he stopped and smelled the tnorning air, then moved forward faster than before. He could feel that something terrible was going to happen, or had happened already.
As he came nearer to the camp, Buck came upon a new smell, which led straight toward the little cabin, and John Thornton. His nose was telling him a story, of which only the ending was still unknown. There was silence in the forest-the birds had gone, and the squirrels were hiding As he moved along silently, another smell suddenly pulled him away. He followed it under some trees, and there he found Nig dead, an arrow in each side of his body. Further on, Buck found one of the other sled dogs crashing around half-dead. He moved around it without even stopping. He could hear the sound of voices coming from the camp. Moving forward slowly, his body low to the ground, he found Hans lying on his face, his body covered in arrows. At the same moment, where the cabin had once been, Buck saw something that made the hair jump up on his neck and shoulders. Anger carefully. Because of his great love for John Thornton, he lost his head
The Yee hats, a tribe of Native Americans, were dancing around the broken-down cabin when they heard a terrible roar.