From Buck’s first encounter with snow to him joining a pack of wild wolves, Naturalism is always present in The Call of the Wild. The examples of Naturalism in The Call of the Wild help show the reader the changes in Buck from a tame pet to a wild animal and the reasons for those changes.
But White Fang beats the odds and lives to be christened; the Scott family now calls him “The Blessed Wolf”. He lives, because of his extraordinary natural toughness, and his legacy of the wild, thus this shows the great power that is his, the power that he relaxes into love and ease but still keeps ready in case there is need for it in the treacherous world. Most of this book concerns White Fang’s struggles with savage nature, Indians, dogs, and white men.
Stunned, he bounds towards the end of the clearing. Everest is fading; His muzzle pounds against the dark brown earth. The icy air whips against The Hunter as he sprints towards the edge of the clearing. He finally reaches Everest; as he kneels down his blue eyes are blazing. Excitement is radiating through his body.
He keeps the lighthearted, joking tone throughout the poem. He explains how he could snore as loud as a bullhorn and Fergus would only sink deeper into his sleep, (Fergus is their son). The speaker explains how his son sleeps through loud noises, but as soon as he hears heavy breathing he comes running into their room. This continues to show us the playful tone the speaker uses in the poem. The conflicts that are dramatized in this poem is every time the couple tries to make love their son comes in to interrupt.
As Bill and Henry travel through the frozen, snow covered territory they notice the wolves following a little closer every day. Building fires at night to keep warm and to keep the wolves at bay, the men sense the animals closing in slowly but surely every day and every night. The next morning as Bill is feeding the dogs he notices the wolf (a she-wolf) amidst the sled dogs and is able to land a blow with a club. The following morning the men find another sled dog, Frog, gone. Unlike Fatty, the first dog to disappear, Frog was "no fool dog" and also the "strongest of the bunch."
It was Jason’s dad’s floodlights. They had finally reached the edge of the forest, and at last hope rekindled in them. Safety was only a few steps away. They all sprinted towards the woodline, and once they crossed, kept going until they had approached the street. When they did, they looked back, and saw two glowing red eyes, heard a dark, hideous laugh, and a shriek.
I walk along the narrow logging road, scuffing my feet in the four inch dust. I am delighted to see my dad's big, green skidder, a machine used to drag logs from the woods to the road, up ahead, hopping over stump after stump. I scan the small, freshly-cut patch of aspen trees, lying in the luscious bed of fallen leaves. In his skidder, my dad carefully backs up to the butts of the trees and grabs them up in one skillful sweep of the giant grapple. The huge machine gently speeds to a constant yet jolting pace, dragging the neat bundle of trees behind it.
Another notable quality of sleeping children is their smell. Growing up, I spent a lot of time in a daycare. I remember that highly distinct smell. Even now I don’t thi... ... middle of paper ... ... associated with rest. Even though I was supposed to be awake I often felt myself slipping into a hazy doze.
Jack and Annie asked. The man why he did that, the man said that he did that to save them; he knows why they are here. Jack and Annie thanked that man and asked for his name, it was Basho. ... ... middle of paper ... ...ness. Jack tolled Annie “Remember the time when we were sleeping but I felt that happy moment when the moon light hit my hand and when the breeze was brushing in my face and the crickets, that moment was really peaceful.