Polina TeshabaevaJudith Wilson'Staying together'

"The call of the wild" was written by American author Jack London. The genre of this story is adventure.

It tells of the main character Buck, who lives at a big house in the sun-kissed Santa Clara Valley. It's called Judge Miller's place. It stands back from the road, half hidden among the trees, through which glimpsescan be caught of the wide cool veranda that runs around its four sides. The house is approached by gravelled driveways which wind about through widespreading lawns and under the interlacing boughs of tall poplars. At the rear things are on even a more spacious scale than at the front. This is the description of the place where Buck lives.

As the story begins, Buck doesn't know news because he doesn't read the newspaper. So he doesn't know that trouble is brewing not alone for himself, but for every tide-water dog, strong of muscle and with warm, long hair, from Puget Sound to San Diego. Because men groping in the Arctic darkness, have found a yellow metal and because steamship and transpolation companies are booming the find, thousands of men are rushing into the Northland. These men want dogs and the dogs they want are heavy dogs, with strong muscles by which to toil and furry coats to protect them from the frost.

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Ikuko gets up early. She decides to go to the centre. First, to see the city, second, to buy some products and clothes, and finally third, to meet some new people. It's snowing. She goes to the hall. Then at a bus-stop She gets into the bus. She sees a red jacket. This is Bernard, she goes to the centre too. They meet each other and talk a lot. In the centre they make a lot of photos, take excursions to the old buildings,churches. Then they go to the African restaurant. They eat African food and listen to African music. Ikuko meets Bernard's friends. In the evening she writes in her diary "He's different from anyone else I've met here. Different from anyone I've ever met"

On the other hand, there are the fox terriers, a score of them at least, who yelp fearful promises at Toots and Ysabel looking out of the windows at them and protect by a legion of housemaids armed with broomsand mops.

But Buck is neither house-dog nor kennel-dog. The whole realm is his. He plunges into the swimming tank or goes hunting with the Judge's sons; he escorts Mollie and Alice, the Judge's daughters, on long twilight or early morning rambles; on wintry nights he lays at the Judge's feet before the roaring library fire; he carries the Judge's grandsons on his back, or rolls them in the grass, and guards their footsteps through wild adventures down to the fountain in the stable yard, and even beyond, where the paddocks are, and the berry patches. Among the terriers he stalks imperiously, and Toots and Ysabel he utterly ignores, for he is king-king over all the creepingcrawling, flying things of Judge Miller's place, humans include.

His father, Elmo, a huge St. Bernard, has been the Judge's inseparable companion and Buck does fair to follow in the way of his father. He was not so large - he weighs only one hundred and forty pounds - for his mother, Shep, has been a Scotch shepherd dog. Nevertheless, one hundred and forty pounds, to which is added the dignity that comes of good living and universal respect, enables him to carry himself in right royal fashion.

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self, is ever a trifle egotistical, as country gentlemen sometimes become because of their insularsituation. But he has saved himself by not becoming a mere pampered house-dog.

Hunting and kindred outdoor delights have kept down the fat and hardened his muscles; and to him, as to the cold-tubbing races, the love of water has been a tonic and a health preserver.

And this is the manner of dog Buck is in the fall of 1897, when the Klondike strike dragges/drags men from all the world into the frozen North. +

But Buck doesn't read the newspapers, and he doesn't know that Manuel, one of the gardener's helpers, is an undesirable acquaintance. Manuel has one besetting sin. He loves to play Chinese lottery. Also, in his gambling, he has one besetting weakness- faith in a system; and this makes his damnation certain. For to play a system requires money, while the wages of a gardener's helper do not lap over the needs of a wife and numerous progeny.

The Judge is at a meeting of the Raisin Growers' Association, and the boys are busy organising an athletic club, on the memorable night of Manuel's treachery. No one seeS him and Buck goES off through the orchard on what/WHICH Buck imagined/S is/TO BE merely a stroll.

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And with the exception of a solitary man, no one sees them arrive at the little flag station known as College Park. This man talks with Manuel, and money clinks between them.

'You might wrap up the goods before you deliver 'm,' the stranger says gruffly, and Manuel doubles a piece of stout rope around Buck's neck under the collar.

'Twist it, an' you'll choke 'm plentee,' says Manuel, and the stranger grunts a ready affirmative.

Buck has accepted the rope with quiet dignity. To be sure, it is an unwonted performance: but he has learned to trust in men he knows, and to give them credit for a wisdom that outreaches his own. But when the ends of the rope are placed un the stranger's hands, he growles menacingly. He has merely intimated his displeasure, in his pride believing that to intimate is to command. But to his surprise the rope tightens around his neck, shutting off his breath. In quick rage he springs at the man, who meets him halfway, graples him close by the throat, and with a deft twist throws him over on his back. Then the rope tightens mercilessly, while Buck strugles in a fury, his tongue lolling out of his mouth and his great chest panting futilely.


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