James Oliver Curwood
KAZAN
(Including the Sequel - Baree, Son Of Kazan)
2 Adventure Novels - Classics of the Great White North
Published by
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- Advanced Digital Solutions & High-Quality eBook Formatting -
2017 OK Publishing
ISBN 978-80-272-2009-0
TABLE OF CONTENTS
KAZAN
Chapter III. McCready Pays The Debt
Chapter V. The Fight In The Snow
Chapter VII. Out Of The Blizzard
Chapter VIII. The Great Change
Chapter IX. The Tragedy On Sun Rock
Chapter XIII. The Trail Of Hunger
Chapter XIV. The Right Of Fang
Chapter XV. A Fight Under The Stars
Chapter XVIII. The Education Of Ba-Ree
Chapter XX. A Feud In The Wilderness
Chapter XXI. A Shot On The Sand-Bar
Chapter XXIII. Professor McGill
Chapter XXIV. Alone In Darkness
Chapter XXV. The Last Of McTrigger
Chapter XXVII. The Call Of Sun Rock
CHAPTER I
THE MIRACLE
Kazan lay mute and motionless, his gray nose between his forepaws, his eyes half closed. A rock could have appeared scarcely less lifeless than he; not a muscle twitched; not a hair moved; not an eyelid quivered. Yet every drop of the wild blood in his splendid body was racing in a ferment of excitement that Kazan had never before experienced; every nerve and fiber of his wonderful muscles was tense as steel wire. Quarter-strain wolf, three-quarters "husky," he had lived the four years of his life in the wilderness. He had felt the pangs of starvation. He knew what it meant to freeze. He had listened to the wailing winds of the long Arctic night over the barrens. He had heard the thunder of the torrent and the cataract, and had cowered under the mighty crash of the storm. His throat and sides were scarred by battle, and his eyes were red with the blister of the snows. He was called Kazan, the Wild Dog, because he was a giant among his kind and as fearless, even, as the men who drove him through the perils of a frozen world.
He had never known fear—until now. He had never felt in him before the desire to run—not even on that terrible day in the forest when he had fought and killed the big gray lynx. He did not know what it was that frightened him, but he knew that he was in another world, and that many things in it startled and alarmed him. It was his first glimpse of civilization. He wished that his master would come back into the strange room where he had left him. It was a room filled with hideous things. There were great human faces on the wall, but they did not move or speak, but stared at him in a way he had never seen people look before. He remembered having looked on a master who lay very quiet and very cold in the snow, and he had sat back
