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White Fang - London, Jack

And then she found the thing for which she sought. It was a few miles up a small stream that in the summer time flowed into the Mackenzie, but that then was frozen over and frozen down to its rocky bottom a dead stream of solid white from source to mouth. The she wolf was trotting wearily along, her mate well in advance, when she came upon the overhanging, high clay bank.

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