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The Southland

           ShelookedatWhiteFang,whosnarledandbristledandglaredmalevolently. 

           "He’llhavetolearn,andheshall,withoutpostponement,"Scottsaid. 

           HespokesoftlytoWhiteFanguntilhehadquietedhim,thenhisvoicebecamefirm. 

           "Down,sir! Downwithyou!" 

           Thishadbeenoneofthethingstaughthimbythemaster,andWhiteFangobeyed,thoughhelaydownreluctantlyandsullenly. 

           "Now,mother." 

           Scottopenedhisarmstoher,butkepthiseyesonWhiteFang. 

           "Down!"hewarned."Down!" 

           WhiteFang,bristlingsilently,half-crouchingasherose,sankbackandwatchedthehostileactrepeated. Butnoharmcameofit,noroftheembracefromthestrangeman-godthatfollowed. Thentheclothes-bagsweretakenintothecarriage,thestrangegodsandthelove-masterfollowed,andWhiteFangpursued,nowrunningvigilantlybehind,nowbristlinguptotherunninghorsesandwarningthemthathewastheretoseethatnoharmbefellthegodtheydraggedsoswiftlyacrosstheearth. 

           Attheendoffifteenminutes,thecarriageswunginthroughastonegatewayandonbetweenadoublerowofarchedandinterlacingwalnuttrees. Oneithersidestretchedlawns,theirbroadsweepbrokenhereandtherebygreatsturdy-limbedoaks. Intheneardistance,incontrastwiththeyoung-greenofthetendedgrass,sunburnthay-fieldsshowedtanandgold; whilebeyondwerethetawnyhillsanduplandpastures. 

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