Jack London
John Griffith London (January 12, 1876 – November 22, 1916), better known as Jack London, was an American novelist, journalist and activist. A pioneer of commercial fiction and American magazines, he was one of the first American authors to become an international celebrity and earn a large fortune from writing. He was also an innovator in the genre that would later become known as science fiction. (Wikipedia)
All Gold Canyon
It was the green heart of the canyon, where the walls swerved back from the rigid plan and relieved their harshness of line by making a little sheltered nook and filling it to the brim with sweetness and roundness and softness.
The Shadow And The Flash
When I look back, I realize what a peculiar friendship it was.
Local Color
“I do not see why you should not turn this immense amount of unusual information to account,” I told him.
The Leopard Man’s Story
He had a dreamy, far-away look in his eyes, and his sad, insistent voice, gentle-spoken as a maid’s, seemed the placid embodiment of some deep-seated melancholy.
That Spot
I don’t think much of Stephen Mackaye any more, though I used to swear by him.
Trust
All lines had been cast off, and the Seattle No. 4 was pulling slowly out from the shore.
To Build a Fire
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.
Negore, The Coward
He had followed the trail of his fleeing people for eleven days, and his pursuit had been in itself a flight; for behind him he knew full well were the dreaded Russians, toiling through the swampy lowlands and over the steep divides, bent on no less than the extermination of all his people.
The Sun-Dog Trail
Sitka Charley smoked his pipe and gazed thoughtfully at the Police Gazette illustration on the wall.
Brown Wolf
She had delayed, because of the dew-wet grass, in order to put on her overshoes, and when she emerged from the house found her waiting husband absorbed in the wonder of a bursting almond-bud.
The Story of Keesh
Keesh lived long ago on the rim of the polar sea, was head man of his village through many and prosperous years, and died full of honors with his name on the lips of men.
The White Man's Way
“To cook by your fire and to sleep under your roof for the night,” I had announced on entering old Ebbits’s cabin; and he had looked at me blear-eyed and vacuous, while Zilla had favored me with a sour face and a contemptuous grunt.
A Day's Lodging
John Messner clung with mittened hand to the bucking gee-pole and held the sled in the trail.
Love of Life
They limped painfully down the bank, and once the foremost of the two men staggered among the rough-strewn rocks.