Jack London 
The God of his Fathers & Other Stories [EPUB ebook] 

Tales from Northland.

THE GOD OF HIS FATHERS (excerpt)

On every hand stretched the forest primeval, —the
home of noisy comedy and silent tragedy. Here the struggle for
survival continued to wage with all its ancient brutality. Briton and
Russian were still to overlap in the Land of the Rainbow’s End—and
this was the very heart of it—nor had Yankee gold yet purchased its
vast domain. The wolf-pack still clung to the flank of the
cariboo-herd, singling out the weak and the big with calf, and
pulling them down as remorselessly as were it a thousand, thousand
generations into the past. The sparse aborigines still acknowledged
the rule of their chiefs and medicine men, drove out bad spirits,
burned their witches, fought their neighbors, and ate their enemies
with a relish which spoke well of their bellies. But it was at the
moment when the stone age was drawing to a close. Already, over
unknown trails and chartless wildernesses, were the harbingers of the
steel arriving, —fair-faced, blue-eyed, indomitable men,
incarnations of the unrest of their race. By accident or design,
single-handed and in twos and threes, they came from no one knew
whither, and fought, or died, or passed on, no one knew whence. The
priests raged against them, the chiefs called forth their fighting
men, and stone clashed with steel; but to little purpose. Like water
seeping from some mighty reservoir, they trickled through the dark
forests and mountain passes, threading the highways in bark canoes,
or with their moccasined feet breaking trail for the wolf-dogs. They
came of a great breed, and their mothers were many; but the fur-clad
denizens of the Northland had this yet to learn. So many an unsung
wanderer fought his last and died under the cold fire of the aurora,
as did his brothers in burning sands and reeking jungles, and as they
shall continue to do till in the fulness of time the destiny of their
race be achieved.

It was near twelve. Along the northern horizon a
rosy glow, fading to the west and deepening to the east, marked the
unseen dip of the midnight sun. The gloaming and the dawn were so
commingled that there was no night, —simply a wedding of day with
day, a scarcely perceptible blending of two circles of the sun. A
kildee timidly chirped good-night; the full, rich throat of a robin
proclaimed good-morrow. From an island on the breast of the Yukon a
colony of wild fowl voiced its interminable wrongs, while a loon
laughed mockingly back across a still stretch of river…

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).