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White Fang (Great Illustrated Classics)
White Fang - Great Illustrated Classics
Author: Jack London
Adapted by Malvina G. Vogel — Part wolf, part dog, w/ the strength & courage of both in his blood, White Fang is an orphan cub in the frozen frontiet of the Yukon. His is a world of enemies, animal & human. His inborn instincts & acquired ways teach him to hunt, fight, win! Nothing else matters. — Men exploit & abuse him until one ...  more »
ISBN: 114793
Pages: 240

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I liked this book and at the end it made me cry. I kept thinking over and over again what was going to happen to white fang.
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Difficult but excellent abridged story for my young children to appreciate and enjoy...
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It was wonderful! I loved the excitement and adventure in it. It seemed like a realistic event.
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Age Range: 12 and up
Series: Great Illustrated Classics Series
Part wolf and part dog, orphaned White Fang relies on his instincts as well as his inborn strength and courage to survive in the Yukon wilderness despite both animal and human predators but eventually comes to make his peace with man.

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Purchase one of 1st World Library's Classic Books and help support our free internet library of downloadable eBooks. Visit us online at www.1stWorldLibrary.ORG - - Dark spruce forest frowned on either side the frozen waterway. The trees had been stripped by a recent wind of their white covering of frost, and they seemed to lean towards each other, black and ominous, in the fading light. A vast silence reigned over the land. The land itself was a desolation, lifeless, without move-ment, so lone and cold that the spirit of it was not even that of sadness. There was a hint in it of laughter, but of a laughter more terrible than any sadness - a laughter that was mirthless as the smile of the sphinx, a laughter cold as the frost and partaking of the grimness of infallibility. It was the masterful and incommuni-cable wisdom of eternity laughing at the futility of life and the effort of life. It was the Wild, the savage, frozen-hearted Northland Wild.


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