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Date Posted: 14:19:59 05/21/02 Tue
Author: ...White Fang...
Subject: ...Do you have the courage to fight the wild...

A vast silence reigned over the land. The land itself was a desolation, lifeless, without movement, so lone and cold that the spirit of it was not even that of sadness. There was a hint in it of laughter, but of laughter more terrible than any sadness � a laughter that was mirthless as the smile of a Sphinx, a laughter cold as the frost and partaking of the grimness of infalliblity. It was the masterful and incommunicable wisdom of eternity laughing at the futility of life and the effort of life. It was the Wild, the savage, frozen-hearted land.

But there was life, abroad in the land and defiant. Yet, it was not the way of the Wild to like movement. Life is an offence to it, for life is movement; and the Wild aims always to destroy movement. It freezes the water to prevent it running to the sea; it drives the sap out of the trees till they are frozen to their might hearts. Ever in revolt against the dictum that all movement must in the end come to the cessation of movement, lives the wolf pack. The pale light of the short sunless day was beginning to fade, when a faint far cry arose on the still air. It soared upward with a swift rush, till it reached its topmost note, where it persisted, plaitant and tense, and then slowly died away. It might have been a lost soul wailing, bad it not been invested with a certain sad fierceness and hungry eagerness. Here, in the land of the Wild, lives wolf packs that dare to defy nature by living, their sometimes lonely lives in search of food and shelter.

Here you can question whether you have the courage to survive in the land of the wild, living one with the wolves, being yourself a wolf. Or do you coware and run off with your tail between your legs?

A Wolf�s Courage
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