Of this offense Buck was unwittingly guilty, and the first knowledge he had of his indiscretion was when Sol-leks whirled upon him and slashed his shoulder to the bone for three inches up and down.Forever after Buck avoided his blind side, and to the last of their comradeship had no more trouble.a His only apparent ambition, like Dave's, was to be left alone;though, as Buck was afterward to learn, each of them possessed one other and even more vital ambition.
That night Buck faced the great problem of sleeping.The tent, illumined by a candle, glowed warmly in the midst of the white plain; and when he, as a matter of course, entered it, both Perrault and Francois bombarded him with curses and cooking utensils, till he recovered from his consternation and fled ignominiously into the outer cold.A chill wind was blowing that nipped him sharply and bit with especial venom into his wounded shoulder.
He lay down on the snow and attempted to sleep, but the frost soon drove him shivering to his feet.Miserable and disconsolate, he wandered about among the many tents, only to find that one place was as cold as another.
Here and there savage dogs rushed upon him, but he bristled his neck-hair and snarled (for he was learning fast) and they let him go his way unmolested.
Finally an idea came to him.He would return and see how his own teammates were making out.To his astonishment, they had disappeared.Again he wandered about through the great camp, looking for them, and again he returned.
Were they in the tent? No, that could not be, else he would not have been driven out.Then where could they possibly be? With drooping tail and shivering body, very forlorn indeed, he aimlessly circled the tent.Suddenly the snow gave way beneath his fore legs and he sank down.Something wriggled under his feet.He sprang back, bristling and snarling, fearful of the unseen and unknown.But a friendly little yelp reassured him, and he went back to investigate.A whiff of warm air ascended to his nostrils, and there, curled up under the snow in a snug ball, lay Billee.He whined placatingly, squirmed and wriggled to show his good will and intentions, and even ventured, as a bribe for peace, to lick Buck's face with his warm wet tongue.
Another lesson.So that was the way they did it, eh? Buck confidently selected a spot, and with much fuss and wasted effort proceeded to dig a hole for himself.In a trice the heat from his body filled the confined space and he was asleep.The day had been long and arduous, and he slept soundly and comfortably, though he growled and barked and wrestled with bad dreams.
Nor did he open his eyes till roused by the noises of the waking camp.
At first he did not know where he was.It had snowed during the night and he was completely buried.The snow walls pressed him on every side, and a great surge of fear swept through him--the fear of the wild thing for the trap.It was a token that he was harking back through his own life to the lives of his forebears; for he was a civilized dog, an unduly civilized dog and of his own experience knew no trap and so could not of himself fear it.The muscles of his whole body contracted spasmodically and instinctively, the hair on his neck and shoulders stood on end, and with a ferocious snarl he bounded straight up into the blinding day, the snow flying about him in a flashing cloud.Ere he landed on his feet, he saw the white camp spread out before him and knew where he was and remembered all that had passed from the time he went for a stroll with Manuel to the hole he had dug for himself the night before.
A shout from Francois hailed his appearance."What I say?" the dog-driver cried to Perrault."Dat Buck for sure learn quick as anything."Perrault nodded gravely.As courier for the Canadian Government, bearing important dispatches, he was anxious to secure the best dogs, and he was particularly gladdened by the possession of Buck.
Three more huskies were added to the team inside an hour, making a total of nine, and before another quarter of an hour had passed they were in harness and swinging up the trail toward the Yea Canyon.Buck was glad to be gone, and though the work was hard he found he did not particularly despise it.he was surprised at the eagerness which animated the whole team and which was communicated to him;i but still more surprising was the change wrought in Dave and Sol-leks.They were new dogs, utterly transformed by the harness.All passiveness and unconcern had dropped from them.They were alert and active, anxious that the work should go well, and fiercely irritable with whatever, by delay or confusion, retarded that work.The toil of the traces seemed the supreme expression of their being, and all that they lived for and the only thing in which they took delight.
Dave was wheeler or sled dog, pulling in front of him was Buck, then came Sol-leks; the rest of the team was strung out ahead, single file, to the leader, which position was filled by Spitz.
Buck had been purposely placed between Dave and Sol-leks so that he might receive instruction.Apt scholar that he was, they were equally apt teachers, never allowing him to linger long in error, and enforcing their teaching with their sharp teeth.Dave was fair and very wise.He never nipped Buck without cause, and he never failed to nip him when he stood in need of it.As Francois' whip backed him up, Buck found it to be cheaper to mend his ways than to retaliate.Once, during a brief halt, when he got tangled in the traces and delayed the start, both Dave and Sol-leks flew at him and administered a sound trouncing.The resulting tangle was even worse, but Buck took good care to keep the traces clear thereafter;and ere the day was done, so well had he mastered his work, his mates about ceased nagging him.Francois' whip snapped less frequently, and Perrault even honored Buck by lifting up his feet and carefully examining them.
