Quotes About Wilderness

Stuart had in a masterly way screened Lee's maneuvers in the Wilderness

Many excursion parties came from considerable distances up and down the river to visit the cave. It was miles in extent and was a tangled wilderness of narrow and lofty clefts and passages. It was an easy place to get lost in; anybody could do it — including the bats.

Camping: The art of getting closer to nature while getting farther away from the nearest cold beverage, hot shower, and flush toilet.

High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture...

The desert is a scorpion's tale of stings and survival.

And closely akin [...] was the call still sounding in the depths of the forest. It filled him with a great unrest and strange desires. It caused him to feel a vague, sweet gladness, and he was aware of wild yearnings and stirrings for he knew not what.

Here the train was halted. The Scotch half-breed slowly retraced his steps to the camp they had left. The men ceased talking. A revolver-shot rang out. The man came back hurriedly. The whips snapped, the bells tinkled merrily, the sleds churned along the trail; but Buck knew, and every dog knew, what had taken place behind the belt of river trees.

That night, he pointed his nose to the cold stars and gave the long wolf-howl.

Ac?mak, merhamet etmek zay?fl?kt?. VahÅŸi hayatta merhamet diye bir ÅŸey yoktu. Merhamet, korku san?l?rd? ve bu yanl?? anlama, ölüm getirirdi. Ya sen öldürürsün ya da seni öldürürler, ya sen yersin ya da seni yerler; yasa buydu...

Dark spruce frowned on either side of the frozen waterway.

The blood-longing became stronger than ever before. He was a killer, a thing that preyed, living on the things that lived, unaided, alone, by virtue of his own strength and prowess, surviving triumphantly in a hostile environment where only the strong survived.

All de tam I watch dat Buck I know for sure. Lissen: some dam fine day heem get mad lak hell an' den heem chew dat Spitz all up an' spit heem out on de snow. Sure. I know." From then on it was war between them. Spitz

tottered through the forest, sitting down often to rest, what of weakness and of shortness of breath. One day While Fang encountered a young wolf, gaunt and scrawny, loose-jointed with famine.  Had he not been hungry himself, White Fang might have gone with him and

The master rode alone that day; and in the woods, side by side, White Fang ran with Collie, as his mother, Kiche, and old One Eye had run long years before in the silent Northland forest.

He knew he was at last answering the call, running by the side of his wood brother toward the place from where the call surely came. Old memories were coming upon him fast, and he was stirring to them as of old he stirred to the realities of which they were the shadows. He had done this thing before, somewhere in that other and dimly remembered world, and he was doing it again now, running free in the open, the unpacked earth underfoot, the wide sky overhead.

I oto zew doszedÅ' Bucka, nieomylny, zdobyty, prawdziwy. SiadÅ' wiÄ™c równie? i równie? zawyÅ'.

ancient, grizzled, wild-eyed, emaciated by fever, dragged his weary frame up the veranda steps and collapsed in a steamer-chair.  Whisky and soda kept him going while he made report and turned in his accounts.

investigate. A whiff of warm air ascended to his nostrils, and there

Buck did not cry out. He did not check himself, but drove in upon Spitz, shoulder to shoulder, so hard that he missed the throat. They rolled over and over in the powdery snow. Spitz gained his feet almost as though he had not been overthrown, slashing Buck down the shoulder and leaping clear. Twice his teeth clipped together, like the steel jaws of a trap, as he backed away for better footing, with lean and lifting lips that writhed and snarled.

what had taken vicinity in the back of the belt of river bushes.

He had never seen dogs fight as these wolfish creatures fought, and his first experience taught him an unforgetable lesson.

Colmillo Blanco aprendió una cosa pronto: que el dios ladrón era generalmente cobarde y huía fácilmente de los ruido alarmantes.

He had learned well the law of club and fang, and he never forewent an advantage or drew back from a foe he had started on the way to Death.

Then he would cast a glance of fear at the wolf-circle drawn expectantly about him, and like a blow the realisation would strike him that this wonderful body of his, this living flesh, was no more than so much meat, a quest of ravenous animals, to be torn and slashed by their hungry fangs, to be sustenance to them as the moose and the rabbit had often been sustenance to him