The Call of the Wild

by Jack London

He was older than the days he had seen and the breaths he had drawn. He linked the past with the present, and the eternity behind him throbbed through him in a mighty

rhythm to which he swayed as the tides and seasons swayed.

“no, sir. You can go to hell, sir. It’s the best I can do for you, sir.”

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