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Jack London
نویسنده، روزنامهنگار و فعالِ سوسیالیستِ آمریکایی، از پُرخوانندهترین نویسندگانِ سدهی بیستمِ آمریکا. در سالهای نوجوانی به جستجوی طلا به یوکانِ آلاسکا رفت و آنجا تجربههایی به دست آورد که سرچشمهی شاهکارهای «آوای وحش»، «سپیددندان» و «آتش روشن کردن» شد. لندن نخستین آمریکاییِ صاحبِ زندگینامهی پُرفروش، و از نخستین نویسندگانی بود که از قلم به ثروتی کلان رسید. آثارش آمیزهای از واقعگراییِ خشن، فلسفهی نیچه، طبیعتگرایی و دلسوزیِ طبقاتی است.
Day had broken cold and grey, exceedingly cold and grey, when the man turned aside from the main Yukon trail and climbed the high earth-bank, where a dim and little-travelled trail led eastward through the fat spruce timberland. It was a steep bank, and he paused for breath at the top, excusing the act to himself by looking at his watch. It was nine o’clock. There was no sun nor hint of sun, though there was not a cloud in the sky. It was a clear day, and yet there seemed an intangible pall over the face of things, a subtle gloom that made the day dark, and that was due to the absence of sun. This fact did not worry the man. He was used to the lack of sun. It had been days since he had seen the sun, and he knew that a few more days must pass before that cheerful orb, due south, would just peep above the sky-line and dip immediately from view.
Old Koskoosh listened greedily. Though his sight had long since faded, his hearing was still acute, and the slightest sound penetrated to the glimmering intelligence which yet abode behind the withered forehead, but which no longer gazed forth upon the things of the world. Ah! that was Sit-cum-to-ha, shrilly anathematizing the dogs as she cuffed and beat them into the harnesses. Sit-cum-to-ha was his daughter's daughter, but she was too busy to waste a thought upon her broken grandfather, sitting alone there in the snow, forlorn and helpless. Camp must be broken. The long trail waited while the short day refused to linger. Life called her, and the duties of life, not death. And he was very close to death now.
"This out of all will remain-- They have lived and have tossed: So much of the game will be gain, Though the gold of the dice has been lost."
"Now I wake me up to work; I pray the Lord I may not shirk. If I should die before the night, I pray the Lord my work's all right. Amen."