Bald-Face ?by Jack London "Talkin' of bear??"The Klondike King paused meditatively, and the group on the hotel porch hitched their chairs up closer. ? "Talkin' of bear," he went on, "now up in the Northern Country there are various kinds. On the Little Pelly, for instance, they come down that thick in the summer to feed on the salmon that you can't get an Indian or … [Read more...] about Bald-Face by Jack London
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The Story of Keesh by Jack London
The Story of Keesh by Jack LondonKeesh lived long ago on the rim of the polar sea, was head man of his village through many and prosperous years, and died full of honors with his name on the lips of men.? So long ago did he live that only the old men remember his name, his name and the tale, which they got from the old men before them, and which the old men to come will … [Read more...] about The Story of Keesh by Jack London
War by Jack London
WAR by Jack London HE was a young man, not more than twenty-four or five, and he might have sat his horse with the careless grace of his youth had he not been so catlike and tense. His black eyes roved everywhere, catching the movements of twigs and branches where small birds hopped, questing ever onward through the changing vistas of trees and brush, and returning always to … [Read more...] about War by Jack London
Typhoon Off the Coast of Japan by Jack London
Typhoon Off the Coast of Japan by Jack London Jack London's first story, published at the age of seventeen It was four bells in the morning watch. We had just finished breakfast when the order came forward for the watch on deck to stand by to heave her to and all hands stand by the boats."Port! hard a port!" cried our sailing-master. "Clew up the topsails! Let the flying … [Read more...] about Typhoon Off the Coast of Japan by Jack London
TO BUILD A FIRE by Jack London
To Build a Fire by Jack London Day had broken cold and grey, exceedingly cold and grey, when the man turned aside from the main Yukon trail and climbed the high earth-bank, where a dim and little-travelled trail led eastward through the fat spruce timberland. It was a steep bank, and he paused for breath at the top, excusing the act to himself by looking at his … [Read more...] about TO BUILD A FIRE by Jack London