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The Call of the Wild Project
Transcript of The Call of the Wild Project
Skagway, Alaska became a busy town as more and more people traveled north to find fortune from the gold.
The greatest danger to the fortune-seekers was famine.
Few of the people who took part in the gold rush actually had skills in prospecting.
Almost half of the men that arrived at the Klondike gold fields either got work for some of the more industrious prospectors or turned back and left.
The most common way to reach the gold fields was through either the Chilkoot or White Passes, both of which were long, dangerous treks. Chapter 7 Write a journal entry about Buck's new freedom and exploration in chapter 7. Before today, I thought I could trust our gardener, Manuel, but then he abducted me to sell to the dog sledders up north. I traveled by train and steamboat in an uncomfortable, wooden crate, only to be greeted by a hostile man in a displeasing, red jumper, who beat me mercilessly with a club. Luckily, I made one friend, a Newfoundland named Curly, but as soon as we reached the snowy Yukon, she was slaughtered by the other dogs; that's how I made my first enemy, Spitz. I met the other dogs too, and we were all tethered to a big sled, manned by two French-Canadian men, Francois and Perrault. They both say that I am learning quickly, and I think I am beginning to learn the law of club and fang: the rules that govern the north. When my mates and I got the official orders to acquire a new sled team, I definitely wasn' expectin' one as good as this one. The lead dog, Buck, is undoubtedly the Alpha and 'andles the team with great authority. 'Owever, we did 'ave some problems with the dog, Dave, who is dreadfully sick. Despite 'is ill health, 'e insists on bein' hitched to the traces, and it is awfully sad to watch 'im limp along. Finally, we made the ultimate decision to put the bloke out of 'is misery, and I shot 'im dead behind some trees so the other dogs wouldn' see. **By the way, this is written using a Scottish accent, which is why some words are abbreviated. We knew the river in that area was treacherous, but I had never really planned what to do if one of us actually fell in. John' s tumble into the frigid river took us all by surprise, except of course Buck, who never took his eyes off his beloved master. I watched from the boat as Buck fearlessly leapt into the river and swam swiftly downstream to meet John. He extended his tail for John to grab onto and tried to pull him to shore. I could tell that, despite his amazing strength, Buck was struggling to push against the current. The rapids wrenched Buck's tail from his grip, and carried John to a slippery rock. From his momentary haven on the rock, John signaled to Buck to return to shore, and Pete and I hauled him out of the water. I knew that John wouldn't be able to hold on much longer, but luckily, I was struck with the inspiration for a plan. With Pete's help, I tied the rope around Buck's wide chest and the loyal dog reentered the river. I could tell from the moment he began to swim that he would miss John's rock. Hastily, I pulled back on the rope, hauling Buck back toward the side and momentarily dunking him underwater. Once he was on land again, Pete and I did our best to expel the water from his lungs. He was still drowsy, but he was determined to rescue his master. He bounded past us and jumped back into the water, swimming straight toward the occupied rock with the rope trailing behind him. Pete and I watched in amazement from the bank as Buck rammed into John, pulling him back to shore. We yanked the rope taut, sometimes pulling the waterlogged pair under the surface of the churning river, until they had reached the side. We pulled them up to safety and revived them, still in awe at Buck's wonderful loyalty and stamina. he truly is an amazing dog. I have so much more freedom now that John Thornton has taken me in. Of course, I still have to work for him, but the pleasure his company gives me is like none I have ever felt toward another human. Now that we have arrived at a prime prospecting area, the men have been using their time searching for gold. This gives me plenty of time to explore on my own. I go out into the nearby woods a lot. I don't always know what I'm looking for, but I always find something interesting. I have come in contact with many of the creatures in the woods. One day I fought off a bear! I've also killed a huge moose by causing it to starve. I enjoy all the adventures the forest gives me, but there is one thing that I fail to find every time I return. The first day I went into the woods, I met my wild brother, a timber wolf. Meeting him awakened something wild inside me, and it made me want to run away to live with him. Unfortunately, I had felt tied to John Thornton at the time and was unable to leave him to live with the pack. I haven't seen my wild brother since, though I've looked every time I return to the forest. I continued to return to the forest, staying there increasingly longer each time. I thought nothing of it until I realized how long I'd been away. Surely John Thornton would searching for me. I purposely returned to the camp, only to be met with a horrible sight. I found my dog friend, Nig, dead in the bushes, pierced by an arrow. I continued into camp and came upon Hans, dead too. In a rage, I looked around for the perpetrators and picked up the scent. I followed it and saw the Yeehats, a hostile native tribe. They seemed to be celebrating the defeat of my camp. With boiling anger raging inside me, I leapt upon each of them in turn and slashed their throats open, leaving them to die. After the survivors had scattered in fright, I scoured the rest of the camp for John Thornton. I succeeded in finding Pete, dead in his tent. From the scene of his death, I saw the signs of John Thornton's final struggle. I followed the trail to a murky, muddy pool. At the edge, I saw Skeet, the faithful dog, also dead. I knew at once that John Thornton had died in this pool. I stayed their all day, sorrowfully thinking of Skeet, Nig, Hans, Pete, and my beloved John Thornton. However, then a thought occurred to me; I had killed a man. I had killed the Yeehats. I had conquered the ultimate prey. I yelped in delight at my power. My yelp was answered by a chorus of other yelps from the forest. Curiously, my ears perked up, and I looked sadly at the cloudy pool. With John Thornton, my final bond to humanity, dead and gone, I had no guilt in fleeing the camp and entering the forest. I would finally answer The Call!