{"id":11174,"date":"2017-09-04T21:42:03","date_gmt":"2017-09-04T21:42:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.myedme.com\/login\/?p=11174"},"modified":"2017-09-04T21:42:03","modified_gmt":"2017-09-04T21:42:03","slug":"WhiteFangItext3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/myedme.com\/login\/WhiteFangItext3\/","title":{"rendered":"Part III&#8211; Chapter 1: The Makers of Fire, page 3"},"content":{"rendered":"<h3><a href=\"http:\/\/www.myedme.com\/login\/content-restricted\/edmereading\/white-fang\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Table of Contents<\/a><input type=\"button\" name=\"NextPage\" style=\"float : right; font-size : 20px;\" onclick=\"location.href=&#39;http:\/\/www.myedme.com\/login\/?p=11175&#39;\" value=\"  Next Page  \"><\/p>\n<p>&quot;It is not strange, Salmon Tongue,&quot; Grey Beaver answered.  &quot;It was the time of the famine, and there was no meat for the dogs.&quot;<\/p>\n<p>&quot;She has lived with the wolves,&quot; said a third Indian.<\/p>\n<p>&quot;So it would seem, Three Eagles,&quot; Grey Beaver answered, laying his hand on the cub; &quot;and this be the sign of it.&quot;<\/p>\n<p>The cub snarled a little at the touch of the hand, and the hand flew back to administer a clout.  Whereupon the cub covered its fangs, and sank down submissively, while the hand, returning, rubbed behind his ears, and up and down his back.<\/p>\n<p>&quot;This be the sign of it,&quot; Grey Beaver went on.  &quot;It is plain that his mother is Kiche.  But his father was a wolf.  Wherefore is there in him little dog and much wolf.  His fangs be white, and White Fang shall be his name.  I have spoken.  He is my dog.  For was not Kiche my brother&#39;s dog?  And is not my brother dead?&quot;<\/p>\n<p>The cub, who had thus received a name in the world, lay and watched.  For a time the man&#8211;animals continued to make their mouth&#8211;noises.  Then Grey Beaver took a knife from a sheath that hung around his neck, and went into the thicket and cut a stick.  White Fang watched him.  He notched the stick at each end and in the notches fastened strings of raw&#8211;hide. One string he tied around the throat of Kiche.  Then he led her to a small pine, around which he tied the other string.<\/p>\n<p><input type=\"button\" name=\"NextPage\" style=\"float : right; font-size : 20px;\" onclick=\"location.href=&#39;http:\/\/www.myedme.com\/login\/?p=11175&#39;\" value=\"  Next Page  \"><\/h3>\n<p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Part III&#8211; Chapter 1: The Makers of Fire, page 3<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"opened","ping_status":"opened","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[82,71],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11174","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-Christmas-Carol","category-Hatchet"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/myedme.com\/login\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11174","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/myedme.com\/login\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/myedme.com\/login\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/myedme.com\/login\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/myedme.com\/login\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=11174"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/myedme.com\/login\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11174\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/myedme.com\/login\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11174"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/myedme.com\/login\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11174"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/myedme.com\/login\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11174"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}