Цитаты из книги автора Jack London The Call of the Wild

wide-spread­ing lawns

So, on this great jour­ney into the East, straight meat was the bill of fare, am­mu­ni­tion and tools prin­ci­pally made up the load on the sled, and the time­card was drawn upon the lim­it­less fu­ture.

They sled­ded sev­enty miles up the Yukon, swung to the left into the Ste­wart River, passed the Mayo and the McQues­tion, and held on un­til the Ste­wart it­self be­came a stream­let, thread­ing the up­stand­ing peaks which marked the back­bone of the con­ti­nent.

re­tarded that work.

Time was fly­ing

money passed be­tween them the strangers took one or more of the dogs away with them. Buck won­dered where they went, for they never came back

nights of tor­ment

into a sav­age growl

sounds of strug­gle

cold-tub­bing races