Jack London 
The Red One [EPUB ebook] 

Features the haunting title novella, well worth comparing to Joseph Conrad’s ‚Heart of Darkness.‘

ONE (Excerpt)

There it was! The abrupt liberation of sound! As
he timed it with his watch, Bassett likened it to the trump of an
archangel. Walls of cities, he meditated, might well fall down before
so vast and compelling a summons. For the thousandth time vainly he
tried to analyse the tone-quality of that enormous peal that
dominated the land far into the strong-holds of the surrounding
tribes. The mountain gorge which was its source rang to the rising
tide of it until it brimmed over and flooded earth and sky and air.
With the wantonness of a sick man’s fancy, he likened it to the
mighty cry of some Titan of the Elder World vexed with misery or
wrath. Higher and higher it arose, challenging and demanding in such
profounds of volume that it seemed intended for ears beyond the
narrow confines of the solar system. There was in it, too, the
clamour of protest in that there were no ears to hear and comprehend
its utterance.

Such the sick man’s fancy. Still he strove to
analyse the sound. Sonorous as thunder was it, mellow as a golden
bell, thin and sweet as a thrummed taut cord of silver—no; it was
none of these, nor a blend of these. There were no words nor
semblances in his vocabulary and experience with which to describe
the totality of that sound.

Time passed. Minutes merged into quarters of
hours, and quarters of hours into half-hours, and still the sound
persisted, ever changing from its initial vocal impulse yet never
receiving fresh impulse—fading, dimming, dying as enormously as it
had sprung into being. It became a confusion of troubled mutterings
and babblings and colossal whisperings. Slowly it withdrew, sob by
sob, into whatever great bosom had birthed it, until it whimpered
deadly whispers of wrath and as equally seductive whispers of
delight, striving still to be heard, to convey some cosmic secret,
some understanding of infinite import and value. It dwindled to a
ghost of sound that had lost its menace and promise, and became a
thing that pulsed on in the sick man’s consciousness for minutes
after it had ceased. When he could hear it no longer, Bassett glanced
at his watch. An hour had elapsed ere that archangel’s trump had
subsided into tonal nothingness…

About Jack London: 
Jack London (1876-1916), was an American author and a pioneer in the then-burgeoning world of commercial magazine fiction. He was one of the first Americans to make a lucrative career exclusively from writing. London was self-educated. He taught himself in the public library, mainly just by reading books. In 1898, he began struggling seriously to break into print, a struggle memorably described in his novel, Martin Eden (1909). Jack London was fortunate in the timing of his writing career. He started just as new printing technologies enabled lower-cost production of magazines. This resulted in a boom in popular magazines aimed at a wide public, and a strong market for short fiction. In 1900, he made $2, 500 in writing, the equivalent of about $75, 000 today. His career was well under way. Among his famous works are: Children of the Frost (1902), The Call of the Wild (1903), The Sea Wolf (1904), The Game (1905), White Fang (1906), The Road (1907), Before Adam (1907), Adventure (1911), and The Scarlet Plague (1912).