1. Bryce’s Found Poem By: Bryce Hoffman

2. He had been suddenly jerked from the heart of civilization and flung into the heart of things primordial. Page 30

3. All was confusion and action, and every moment life and limb were in peril. Pages 30 and 31

4. There was no warning, only a leap like a flash, a metallic click of teeth, a leap out equally swift, and Curly’s face was ripped open eye to jaw. Page 31

5. They closed in upon her, snarling and yelping, and she was buried, screaming with agony, beneath the bristling mass of bodies. Page 31

6. Buck stood and looked on, the successful champion, the dominant primordial beast who had made his kill and found it good. Page 51

7. It was no light running now, nor record time, but heavy toil each day, with a heavy load behind; for this was the mail train, carrying word from the world to the men who sought gold under the shadow of the Pole. Page 55

8. They were all terribly footsore. No spring or rebound was left in them. Their feet fell heavily on the trail, jarring their bodies and doubling the fatigue of a day ’ s travel. Page 60

9. Every muscle, every fibre, every cell, was tired, dead tired. And there was reason for it. In less than five months they had travelled twenty-five hundred miles, during the last eighteen hundred of which they had but five days` rest. Pages 60 and 61

10. He was a thing of the wild, come on from the wild to sit by John Thorton ’ s fire, rather than a dog of the soft Southland stamped with the marks of generations of civilization. Page 76

11. But especially he loved to run in the dim twilight of the summer midnights, listening to the subdued and sleepy murmurs of the forest ….... And seeking for the mysterious something that called---called, waking or sleeping, at all times, for him to come. Page 89

12. The blood longing became stronger than ever before. He was a killer, a thing that preyed, living on the things that lived, unaided, alone, by virtue of his own strength and prowess, surviving triumphantly, in a hostile environment where only the strong survive. Page 92

13. And here may well end the story of Buck. Page 100