Call of the Wild

Call of the Wild

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Buck did not read the newspapers, or he would have known that trouble was 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. More info →
People of the Abyss, The

People of the Abyss, The

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"But you can't do it, you know, " friends said, to whom I applied for assistance in the matter of sinking myself down into the East End of London. More info →
Sea Wolf, The

Sea Wolf, The

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I scarcely know where to begin, though I sometimes facetiously place the cause of it all to Charley Furuseth's credit. More info →
White Fang

White Fang

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Dark spruce forest frowned on either side the frozen waterway. More info →
Iron Heel, The

Iron Heel, The

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The soft summer wind stirs the redwoods, and Wild-Water ripples sweet cadences over its mossy stones. More info →
Martin Eden

Martin Eden

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The one opened the door with a latch-key and went in, followed by a young fellow who awkwardly removed his cap. More info →