White Fang Novel by Jack London
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) North American (US West Coast - California, Portland)Transcript
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White Fang by Jack London. Dark Spruce forest frowned on either side of the frozen waterway. The trees have been stripped by a recent wind of their white covering of frost and they seemed to lean toward each other. Black and ominous in the fading light. A vast silence reigned over the land. The land itself was a desolation lifeless without movement. 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 worthless is the smell of the Sphinx. A laughter cold as the frost and partaking of the grimness of infidelity. It was the masterful and incommunicable wisdom of eternity. Laughing at the futility of life and the effort of life. It was the wild, the savage frozen hearted northland, wild.