For the annotation of a person's love, the call of the wild

John. Thornton's feet were frostbitten in early December, and his partners left him to recuperate, while they went down the river to Dawson on a raft tied with saws. Thornton was a little lame when he saved Buck, and he was still a little lame as the weather got warmer. Here, in this long spring, Buck lay on the bank of the river, watching the rushing water, lazily listening to the singing of birds and the hum of nature ... Buck slowly recovered his strength.

there is nothing better than a long rest after walking three thousand miles. It must be admitted that buck is getting lazy. When its wound healed, its muscles relaxed and the meat on its skeleton was plump. In a word, it is muddling along, and of course this includes John. Thornton, Scott and Nigel-the last two dogs are waiting for the raft to come back before taking them to Dawson.

Scott is a small Irish setter. He has made friends with Buck for a long time. Buck, on the other hand, was in a state of dying, and he could not express his resentment at the closeness of the bitch that he first showed. Scott has a doctor-like quality, which many bitches have. Like a mother cat washing a kitten's face, it cleaned Buck's wounds. On a regular basis, after breakfast every morning, she performed her own duties until Buck gradually looked forward to the arrival of this priest-like bitch as much as Thornton. Nigel is also very friendly, although there is little evidence of this. He is a huge black dog, half hunting dog and half deer, with a pair of laughing eyes and an endless good temper.

To Buck's surprise, the dogs are not jealous of him. They seem to share John together. Thornton was kind and generous to them. As Buck gradually recovered, they lured him to participate in all kinds of ridiculous games, even John. Thornton himself couldn't resist coming. In this fashionable game, Buck gradually recovered and entered a brand-new environment. Love, truly affectionate love, is what it felt for the first time in its life. This kind of experience, it kissed Santa in the solar energy of the judge's miller. It has never been seen in the hilly areas of Clara Valley. Going hunting and traveling with the judges' sons is a kind of working cooperation. Together with the judges' grandchildren, it plays a magnificent guardian role. And with the judge himself, it has a magnificent and dignified sense of friendship. However, love, hot, really burning love, that kind of crazy worship love, is with John. When Thornton was together.

this man saved its life, which is one of them. But further, he is its ideal owner. Other people look at their dogs only from the perspective of work safety and business convenience. But he regards the dog as his own child. Because the master can't do something, only his children can do it. Not only that, but the master can see further. He never forgets a friendly greeting or a word of applause. He always sits down and has a long talk with the dogs ("have some gas"-Thornton called such a talk). Both he and they like this hobby very much. He has a special method: stroking Buck's head with his rough hands and shaking Buck's head affectionately. He called Buck's name by mistake, but Buck just liked it when he called it by mistake. Buck knew that there was no greater joy than the touch and hug of such rough hands and the mumbling curses and criticisms. Every time he shakes his head, he seems to shake his heart out of his body in ecstasy, which makes him relaxed and happy. Whenever this time, he let it go, it would jump around, grin, eyes sparkle and throat tremble with excitement. In this state of ecstasy, John. Thornton would always cry out reverently and humbly, "God! You can do anything except talk! " Buck has a trick to express love, almost like hurting. It often measures Thornton's hand with its mouth. Its mouth approached the hand fiercely, biting the meat on its hand with its teeth for a long time, leaving a deep impression on its hand. Buck knew that the master's curses were words of love for him; Thornton also knew that Buck's fake bite was also a sign of love.

But most of the time, Buck's love is only expressed by worship. When Thornton touched it and talked to it, it was wild and happy. It didn't pursue anything in return, unlike Scott. Scott likes to smell his nose under Thornton's palm and gently push it around. It's not like that Nigel, who always sneaks up and rests his huge head under Thornton's knee. Buck is only satisfied with the worship from a distance. It has been crawling there with great interest for a long time, eagerly and astutely, crawling at Thornton's feet, watching his face, watching his master's every move and every change of expression. It is thinking and studying, ready to listen to every instruction and hint of its master. Or, if conditions permit, it will climb a little further, climb beside or behind him, observe the outline of its owner and observe every occasional movement of its body. Often, it communicates with its master in this way. Its gaze will fall around the owner's head, and the owner will stare at it. Thornton didn't speak, his thoughts flashed from his eyes; And Buck's thoughts came out of generate's eyes.

For a long time after it was rescued, Buck didn't like the way Thornton looked at it. Thornton left the tent and went into it. It followed his feet. Since it came to the Arctic, several of its short-term owners have made it feel a sense of fear, making it think that no owner will change his attitude towards dogs. He was afraid that Thornton would forget his life just like Poirot, Francois and Hal of semi-Scottish descent. Even at night, in his sleep, he was haunted by this idea. Whenever this happens, it will give up sleeping, sneak out of the tent, stand in the cold, and listen to the master's sleeping breathing.

but now it bears John. Thornton's great love, the love that will still exist in the Arctic, the love that seems to have been influenced by civilization in advance, aroused Buck's great love for the primitive struggle, and it still vividly retains the love of the primitive struggle. Loyalty and dedication, this kind of love born in blood and fire, still exists in its heart. But it still retains its own wildness and resourcefulness. Now it sits in John. Thornton's fire, but it is a wild thing after all, from a wild world. It would rather be like this than be a dog: a dog from the warm south, just stepping on the civilization mark of its ancestors. Because of this great love, it can't be stolen from Thornton. If it wants to get this kind of love in other people or in other camps, it won't hesitate for a moment, it will steal it, and this cunning of stealing love keeps it from being discovered.

It has marks left by other dog teeth on its face. It fights as fiercely as before, but it is more agile and clever. When they quarreled, Scott and Nigel were too good-tempered-besides, they both belonged to John. Thornton's. Buck doesn't argue with them. But for a strange dog, no matter what kind it is, no matter how brave it was, it must quickly admit that buck is supreme; Or find itself in a struggle for survival with a terrible enemy. And buck is not merciful. He knows the law of sticks and dog teeth very well. It never gives up its interests once, and it never retreats when fighting the enemy and leading to death. It has learned a lot from Spets, and from the major battle with the dogs of the postal police. It knows that there is no middle way between life and death, and it must be mastered or mastered. Showing compassion and forgiveness is a sign of weakness, and compassion and forgiveness do not exist in this primitive existence. Here, fear cannot be understood, and understanding fear will lead to death. Kill or be killed by the other party; Eating an opponent or being eaten by an opponent is the law. And this naked law, this law that comes out of the path of the times, from the mountains and mountains, and from the jungle of thorns, must be observed.

It is much more mature than everything it has seen in this era and everything it has felt in this region. It connects the past and the present: the surging tide and the cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter are moving in front of it, but this movement has fallen behind it forever.

Now it sits in John's seat. Thornton's fire. It is a broad-chested dog with white teeth and long hair. It has the way, attitude and shadow of all dogs: half-wolf, all-wolf, urgent and inspiring. Eating meat means eating the taste of meat; When you are thirsty, go and drink water; Can peek at the wind flowing to the side; Be able to distinguish the sounds made by wild life in the big forest and talk to them; Be able to control your emotions and guide your actions at any time; If you want to sleep, lie down and sleep, and dream, and talk nonsense when dreaming.

You're welcome. All these dark and hidden things are nodding to it. Every day, people, and people's opinions and demands slide farther from it. Deep in the forest, there is a voice calling. It-Buck can often hear this call. Anyone who hears this mysterious call will tremble and be tempted. It felt a force forcing it to turn its back to the fire and turn to the flattened earth around it. It felt a force forcing it to plunge into the big forest and run. It doesn't know where to go and why to go there; It doesn't want to know where to go or why to go there. The voice of this call is very bossy and urgent, deep in the forest ... But it also often gets the green shade that is spreading on the soft, uncracked land, and the love, the John. Thornton pulled it back to love by the fire.

Thornton kept Buck by himself. The rest of the people don't have this kind of blessing. Travelers who have the opportunity may also praise and pet Buck, but Buck is indifferent to them. If someone is too obviously partial to Buck, he will stand up and run away.

When Hans and Pete, Thornton's partners, came back on a raft that had been eagerly awaited, Buck refused to pay attention to them until he realized that they and Thornton were close friends. Since then, Buck has tolerated their friendship and accepted friendship from them in a passive and tacit way. And regard this passive tolerance for them as the greatest favor for them in turn. Hans, Peter and Thornton, like each other, have careless manners, sleep close to the ground, think simply, and look very clear and heartless. After they came back from the whirlpool next to Dawson Sawmill, they understood Buck and the road he had traveled. So they stopped insisting that Buck must be as close to them as Scott and Nigel.

The love for Thornton and Buck is getting stronger and stronger. Thornton is lonely among these men. During his summer trip, he would put a package on Buck's back. Nothing is too big for Buck to do, as long as Thornton gives the order.

One day, (they took some money from the rafting and left Dawson for the upper reaches of the Tanana River) Thornton and his dogs were sitting on the top of the cliff. The cliff went straight up and down, and only after 3 feet did you see the exposed rock. Thornton sat on the edge of the cliff, and Buck was next to him. Thornton suddenly had an idea. He called Hans and Peter to pay attention to this experiment that he had never thought of before: "Jump, Buck!" " He gave the order, waving his arm and pointing to a deep pit. Buck jumped over, and Thornton instantly grabbed Buck at the edge of this huge cliff. Hans and Pete pulled them back hard to ensure safety.

"This is amazing and strange!" Pete said. After the experiment, they started talking.

Thornton shook his head: "No, it's brilliant! It's also terrible! Do you know that?/You know what? Sometimes I do this, and I am afraid. " "I don't want to be a person who leaves it hanging and then reaches out and pulls it." Peter looked at Buck and concluded.

"it's too dangerous! Too exciting! " Hans took over and said, "I have this idea." They arrived at the ring of Alaska. Gold was discovered in the city in 1893. After the Dawson strike in 1897, the city was gradually abandoned. ) New Year's Eve passed and Pete's worries came true. "Black" Button, a bad-tempered and vicious man, has been quarreling with a new guy in the bar. Then Thornton walked cheerfully and stood between them. Buck used to crawl around the corner, put his head on his front paws and watched his master's every move. Bouton made a surprise move and hit Thornton's chest. Thornton was beaten back a few steps at once, but he barely stood firm by grasping the iron handle of the bar.

What the bystanders heard was neither a dog barking nor a dog barking, but a roar that was best described as a "growl". They saw Buck jump into the air, and his mouth was aimed at Button's throat. "Black" Button instinctively waved his arm and was thrown to the floor by Buck. Buck pressed on Button, his teeth loosened his arm, but his mouth was pointed at his throat. Now, the demonic "black" Bouton can only wriggle partially, and his throat has been torn. At this time, people gathered around Buck, and Buck was driven away. But when the doctor examined Bouton's bleeding wound, Buck was still searching up, down, left and right, and growling relentlessly. And tried to rush up again, but was forced back by a row of hostile sticks. Later, a "miners' meeting" was held at this point. People at the meeting agreed that Buck was too angry to stay nearby. So Buck was sent to other places during the meeting, but his reputation rose from then on, and his name was spread all over every camp in Alaska.

Then, this autumn, Buck saved Thornton's life in another very fashionable action. At that time, their three partners, Thornton, Hans and Pete, were supporting a long and narrow pole boat and going down the river in a steep river with a bend of forty miles. Hans and Peter's job is to use a thin Manila rope to wind around a tree on the shore and slowly drift the boat down. Thornton was propping up the boat with a pole, shouting to the shore from time to time. Buck was on the shore, worried and anxious, keeping the same speed as the ship and never taking his eyes off its owner.

in a particularly bad place, the edge of the rock that was not submerged was exposed on the water. Hans loosened the rope, and Thornton pointed the pole at the rock, trying to hold it against the rock and make the boat sail into the rapids. While doing this, the rushing rapids roared like runaway wild horses. Hans wants to see the rope. Unexpectedly, the inspection was too sudden, and the ship began to be unstable and began to sway in the water. Thornton was flung to the side of the boat, which suddenly capsized and people and things sank into the rushing water. No swimmer can survive in this wild horse-like current.

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