It could be because of Michael Vick’s dogfighting conviction, or b0268_WhiteFang_Decause of my mounting enthusiaism for getting a dog, but London’s canine characters are stirring my heart strings; espeically so tonight while reading White Fang.

After being rescued from the fighting pit and near death from a pit bull’s lock jaw, Weedon Scott “had set himself the task of redeeming White Fang – or rather, of redeeming mankind from the wrong it had done White Fang.  It was a matter of principle and conscience.  He felt that the ill done White Fang was a debt incurred by man and that it must be paid.  So he went out of his way to be especially kind to the Fighting Wolf.  Each day he made it a point to caress and pet White Fang and to do it at length.”

At least with White Fang and The Call of the Wild, nature is never left to itself.  London is too great a storyteller to drive too great a wedge between nature and civilization.  There’s something sacrificial (and obviously Christlike) in Weedon Scott’s desire to recapitulae the broken nature of White Fang and in so doing to re-narrate the life of the wolf and humanity.