Because he ran at the end of the longest rope,the dogs had always the view of him running away before them.All that they saw of him was his bushy tail and fleeing hind legs—a view far less ferocious and intimidating than his bristling mane and gleaming fangs. Also, dogs being so constituted in their mental ways, the sight of him running away gave desire to run after him and a feeling that he ran away from them.
The moment the sled started,the team took after Lip-lip in a chase that extended throughout the day.At first he had been prone to turn upon his pursuers,jealous of his dignity and wrathful;but at such times Mit-sah would throw the stinging lash of the thirty-foot cariboo-gut whip into his face and compel him to turn tail and run on. Lip-lip might face the pack, but he could not face that whip, and all that was left him to do was to keep his long rope taut and his flanks ahead of the teeth of his mates.
But a still greater cunning lurked in the recesses of the Indian mind.To give point to unending pursuit of the leader,Mit-sah favoured him over the other dogs.These favours aroused in them jealousy and hatred.In their presence Mit-sah would give him meat and would give it to him only.This was maddening to them.They would rage around just outside the throwing-distance of the whip,while Lip-lip devoured the meat and Mit-sah protected him.And when there was no meat to give,Mit-sah would keep the team at a distance and make believe to give meat to Lip-lip.
White Fang took kindly to the work.He had travelled a greater distance than the other dogs in the yielding of himself to the rule of the gods, and he had learned more thoroughly the futility of opposing their will. In addition, the persecution he had suffered from the pack had made the pack less to him in the scheme of things, and man more. He had not learned to be dependent on his kind for companionship. Besides, Kiche was well-nigh forgotten; and the chief outlet of expression that remained to him was in the allegiance he tendered the gods he had accepted as masters. So he worked hard, learned discipline, and was obedient. Faithfulness and willingness characterised his toil. These are essential traits of the wolf and the wild-dog when they have become domesticated, and these traits White Fang possessed in unusual measure.
A companionship did exist between White Fang and the other dogs,but it was one of warfare and enmity.He had never learned to play with them.He knew only how to fight, and fight with them he did,returning to them a hundred-fold the snaps and slashes they had given him in the days when Lip-lip was leader of the pack. But Lip-lip was no longer leader—except when he fled away before his mates at the end of his rope, the sled bounding along behind. In camp he kept close to Mit-sah or Grey Beaver or Kloo-kooch. He did not dare venture away from the gods, for now the fangs of all dogs were against him, and he tasted to the dregs the persecution that had been White Fang’s.
With the overthrow of Lip-lip,White Fang could have become leader of the pack.But he was too morose and solitary for that.He merely thrashed his team-mates.Otherwise he ignored them.They got out of his way when he came along;nor did the boldest of them ever dare to rob him of his meat.On the contrary, they devoured their own meat hurriedly,for fear that he would take it away from them.White Fang knew the law well:_to oppress the weak and obey the strong_.He ate his share of meat as rapidly as he could.And then woe the dog that had not yet finished!A snarl and a flash of fangs,and that dog would wail his indignation to the uncomforting stars while White Fang finished his portion for him.
Every little while, however,one dog or another would flame up in revolt and be promptly subdued.Thus White Fang was kept in training.He was jealous of the isolation in which he kept himself in the midst of the pack, and he fought often to maintain it. But such fights were of brief duration. He was too quick for the others. They were slashed open and bleeding before they knew what had happened, were whipped almost before they had begun to fight.
As rigid as the sled-discipline of the gods,was the discipline maintained by White Fang amongst his fellows.He never allowed them any latitude.He compelled them to an unremitting respect for him.They might do as they pleased amongst themselves.That was no concern of his.But it _was_ his concern that they leave him alone in his isolation,get out of his way when he elected to walk among them,and at all times acknowledge his mastery over them.A hint of stiff-leggedness on their part,a lifted lip or a bristle of hair,and he would be upon them, merciless and cruel,swiftly convincing them of the error of their way.
He was a monstrous tyrant.His mastery was rigid as steel.He oppressed the weak with a vengeance.Not for nothing had he been exposed to the pitiless struggles for life in the day of his cubhood, when his mother and he, alone and unaided, held their own and survived in the ferocious environment of the Wild. And not for nothing had he learned to walk softly when superior strength went by. He oppressed the weak, but he respected the strong. And in the course of the long journey with Grey Beaver he walked softly indeed amongst the full-grown dogs in the camps of the strange man-animals they encountered.
The months passed by.Still continued the journey of Grey Beaver.White Fang’s strength was developed by the long hours on trail and the steady toil at the sled; and it would have seemed that his mental development was well-nigh complete. He had come to know quite thoroughly the world in which he lived. His outlook was bleak and materialistic. The world as he saw it was a fierce and brutal world, a world without warmth, a world in which caresses and affection and the bright sweetnesses of the spirit did not exist.
He had no affection for Grey Beaver. True, he was a god,but a most savage god.White Fang was glad to acknowledge his lordship,but it was a lordship based upon superior intelligence and brute strength.There was something in the fibre of White Fang’s being that made his lordship a thing to be desired, else he would not have come back from the Wild when he did to tender his allegiance. There were deeps in his nature which had never been sounded. A kind word, a caressing touch of the hand, on the part of Grey Beaver, might have sounded these deeps; but Grey Beaver did not caress, nor speak kind words. It was not his way. His primacy was savage, and savagely he ruled, administering justice with a club, punishing transgression with the pain of a blow, and rewarding merit, not by kindness, but by withholding a blow.
So White Fang knew nothing of the heaven a man’s hand might contain for him.Besides, he did not like the hands of the man-animals.He was suspicious of them.It was true that they sometimes gave meat,but more often they gave hurt.Hands were things to keep away from.They hurled stones, wielded sticks and clubs and whips,administered slaps and clouts, and,when they touched him,were cunning to hurt with pinch and twist and wrench.In strange villages he had encountered the hands of the children and learned that they were cruel to hurt. Also, he had once nearly had an eye poked out by a toddling papoose. From these experiences he became suspicious of all children. He could not tolerate them. When they came near with their ominous hands, he got up.