White FangThere was a hint in it of laughter, but of a laughter more terrible than any sadnessa laughter that was mirthless as the smile of the sphinx, a laughter cold as the frost and partaking of the grimness of infallibility. 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 Northland Wild. But there was life, abroad in the land and defiant. Down the