by two conflicting emotions. The civilization was calling to him with all the voices of the past, and the wilderness was also calling, just as it had for the past year and a half. Which call should he obey? It was the old struggle of the primitive and the civilized. The fight of the barbarian against the civilized man. But now the object of the struggle was just a lonely, perplexed dog who swung like a pendulum between the two conditions, while he followed the trail of the man who had slain his wolf mate. Yet at heart he was a good dog and man was his god.
