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L'Appel de la foret
L'Appel de la foret
L'Appel de la foret
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L'Appel de la foret

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Un des chefs d'oeuvre de Jack London, un grand classique de la littérature de jeunesse.
Buck, un croisé de terre-neuve et de colley âgé de 4 ans et demi et pesant 70 kg, appartient a un magistrat de la vallée de Santa Clara (Haute-Californie). Loin d'avoir une «vie de chien», Buck coule une existence heureuse dans la famille du juge Miller. Mais tout bascule le jour ou, victime de la traîtrise d'un homme, il se retrouve vendu a un conducteur de traîneau dans le Grand Nord américain. Finie la vie d'aristocrate blasé, Buck va devoir affronter son destin dans un univers glacial et sans pitié, ou chaque faute, chaque erreur est séverement sanctionnée. Saura-t-il survivre dans ce monde cruel ou regne la loi du plus fort? Qu'adviendra-t-il de cet admirable chien le jour ou il découvrira, d'abord avec amertume, puis avec un plaisir trouble et instinctif, le gout du sang?

LangueFrançais
ÉditeurBooklassic
Date de sortie29 juin 2015
ISBN9789635258970
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Jack London

Jack London (1876-1916) was an American novelist and journalist. Born in San Francisco to Florence Wellman, a spiritualist, and William Chaney, an astrologer, London was raised by his mother and her husband, John London, in Oakland. An intelligent boy, Jack went on to study at the University of California, Berkeley before leaving school to join the Klondike Gold Rush. His experiences in the Klondike—hard labor, life in a hostile environment, and bouts of scurvy—both shaped his sociopolitical outlook and served as powerful material for such works as “To Build a Fire” (1902), The Call of the Wild (1903), and White Fang (1906). When he returned to Oakland, London embarked on a career as a professional writer, finding success with novels and short fiction. In 1904, London worked as a war correspondent covering the Russo-Japanese War and was arrested several times by Japanese authorities. Upon returning to California, he joined the famous Bohemian Club, befriending such members as Ambrose Bierce and John Muir. London married Charmian Kittredge in 1905, the same year he purchased the thousand-acre Beauty Ranch in Sonoma County, California. London, who suffered from numerous illnesses throughout his life, died on his ranch at the age of 40. A lifelong advocate for socialism and animal rights, London is recognized as a pioneer of science fiction and an important figure in twentieth century American literature.

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  • Évaluation : 3 sur 5 étoiles
    3/5
    When I initially read this American classic, I was in either elementary or high school. It had all the elements to entice a young boy. It is an adventure which occurs during the Yukon gold rush. The story's protagonist is Buck, an 140 lb St. Bernard and Scotch Collie mix, who is abducted from an easy life as the pet in St. Clara, California, and sold to dog traders who eventually sells him to mail couriers as a sled dog in the Yukon Territory. Buck will need to tap in to his more primeval instincts if he is to survive the harsh northern conditions. The third reason I chose this book is that it was short at less than 100 pages. I had recently read Moby Dick and I needed a break!It has been good revisiting some of the classics I read as a youth. They become more enjoyable when you understand better literary themes and metaphors.
  • Évaluation : 2 sur 5 étoiles
    2/5
    Believe it or not, I've never read The Call of the Wild (1903) by Jack London, which one would think is a requirement of being a kid in America. And I still haven't read it, although on a whim I listened to my library's audiobook copy, albeit not very carefully. Narrated in an appropriately macho fashion by Frank Muller, The Call of the Wild tells the story of Buck a farm dog who is kidnapped from Northern California and forced to pull sleds for for miners in the Yukon gold rush. A cushy pet learns to fight for food and compete for leadership of the pack through fighting and violence, and eventually becomes alpha dog in a wild wolf pack after his owner dies.Yes friends, before I read this book I knew it had something to do with Alaska and dogs, but I had no idea that the entire book is about a dog from a dog's point of view. Granted, the book is very symbolic in that we humans sit very tenuously on the edge of civilization and brutality and savageness (and London wrote this before the World Wars, the Holocaust, and all the horrors of the 20th century that tested humanity). Still, as a book about dogs it's a very good and accurate look at what may be going on in a dog's mind.
  • Évaluation : 5 sur 5 étoiles
    5/5
    Great book. Everyone should read it.
  • Évaluation : 1 sur 5 étoiles
    1/5
    Maybe it's because I'm not a dog, but I just don't find it interesting being in the mind of Buck. I was very excited to read this because so many people raved about it, but it just didn't hold my interest even as a child.
  • Évaluation : 5 sur 5 étoiles
    5/5
    It's pretty hard to find fault with this story or the way it's told. It was particularly engaging to read while my family is in the process of rehabilitating a very fearful rescue dog. Jack London is among the go-to authors for perspective on how we think when you pare away frivolous comforts - and that's exemplified in CotW.
  • Évaluation : 4 sur 5 étoiles
    4/5
    Synopsis.......The story takes place in the extreme conditions of the Yukon during the 19th-century Klondike Gold Rush, where strong sled dogs were in high demand. After Buck, a domesticated dog, is snatched from a pastoral ranch in California, he is sold into a brutal life as a sled dog. The novella details Buck's struggle to adjust and survive the cruel treatment he receives from humans, other dogs, and nature. He eventually sheds the veneer of civilization altogether and instead relies on primordial instincts and the lessons he has learned to become a respected and feared leader in the wild.Published back in 1903 after the author had spent sometime in the aforementioned Yukon.I was looking for something a little bit different and quick to read after getting bogged down by another book which I wasn't enjoying. I had previously heard of this book, hasn't everyone(?) but can't recall reading it ever during my near half-century of years, not even in the dim and distant days of school. Glad I made the effort though.Gripping, exciting, moving.......a testament of an indomitable spirit, bravery, determination, loyalty, fearlessness, and probably another dozen or so admirable attributes. Sad in places, but ultimately an uplifting and rewarding read.I wouldn't put it past me finding more from London in the future.4 from 5Down-loaded free from the internet.
  • Évaluation : 4 sur 5 étoiles
    4/5
    I read this book a few pages at a time (distracted by Facebook, Instagram & Twitter - the usual suspects). When I finally finished it I felt I had read a wonderful, though quite violent, story. Yes, despite flaws, a great tale.
  • Évaluation : 4 sur 5 étoiles
    4/5
    Trust, betrayal, loyalty and animal cruelty. A heart wrenching story about the life of dogs during the gold rush from an animal POV. I am not always a fan of such an approach but it worked well here. Highly engaging (worked well for an audiobook) but not black and white, as I could relate even to the most "evil" characters. I guess that's why it's a "classic" (mental note: "Read more classics"=).
  • Évaluation : 5 sur 5 étoiles
    5/5
    Another childhood favorite.
  • Évaluation : 3 sur 5 étoiles
    3/5
    The story is written from the perspective of Buck, the dog. He is large, he is faithful and pragmatic, and he is kidnapped by a worker on the ranch he lives on, and sold to a trader who sends him north to run with a team dragging sleds. Poor Buck is mistreated, and faces a hard run. It is not just humans who are cruel to him, other dogs resent his size and presence, and battles for position as alpha male take place. The dog team are run to the ground, and Bucks saving grace is his size, strength and stamina. He is passed to and from inept and cruel owners until he finally meets an owner he can trust and bond with.It's a nice, if somewhat violent, story. Nothing too deep, but a read that carries you along.
  • Évaluation : 3 sur 5 étoiles
    3/5
    Honestly, the best part about this book was that it was narrated by Jeff Bridges. I love animal books but I feel as if I really would have enjoyed this much more in my youth. The Call of the Wild tells the story of Buck, a mixed breed dog who is stolen from cozy home and his lush life as a house dog to be taken up north to be a sled dog during the Yukon Gold Rush. Buck quickly acclimates to the tough life and sets himself apart from the other dogs with his strength, smarts, and cunning. Told entirely through Buck's perspectives, this was one of the first popular books that had an animal as a narrator. To me the most interesting parts were about the wilderness, the scenery, and the people; it was a fascinating time during the late 1800s! Even though it is a little violent, this is a great kids book, especially for animal lovers!
  • Évaluation : 4 sur 5 étoiles
    4/5
    There's no way in hell my dogs think like this.
  • Évaluation : 4 sur 5 étoiles
    4/5
    Overall I liked the book even though there was a lot of blood and cruelty. In this story Buck a dog who lived the easy life at an estate was not use to the ways of the wild. The wilderness taught him to adapt or to die and he chose to adapt. This book takes you through the joys and griefs of Buck's life.
  • Évaluation : 5 sur 5 étoiles
    5/5
    Wrong edition, but after going through 10 pages of different editions with no end in sight, I got tired. Mine is by Random House in 2009 & read by Jeff Daniels (the star of Newsroom on HBO). Daniels' reading of this story is FANTASTIC.

    I let far too many years go by between reads of this story. London paints a wonderfully brutal picture of the Klondike gold rush as seen in relation to Buck. He doesn't anthropomorphize terribly, but I found the hereditary memories of the primitive man a bit much. Still, the point of the title was well made.

    I found Buck's breeding to be especially pleasing. One of my best dogs was a Great Dane/mostly Shepard cross. Maverick looked like a really big, relatively short haired German Shepard & had more personality than most people. He was sweet as could be to 'his' people & animals, while he was pure death to any predator or other varmint. He would literally lay next to a lost chick & howl in despair. He carried an orphaned kitten in his mouth around the house for weeks until it was big enough to get around by itself, but killed many racoons, groundhogs, possums, & a weasel with one snap. (Oh, this is supposed to be about the book. Sorry, but Mav deserves to be remembered.

    I got it wrong in my review of "The Sea Wolf" where I said London didn't think of wolves as a social animal. He did, in their own society. It's just that they were at odds with ours.

    Anyway, this was obviously a classic that really hit home. It's not a terribly happy story. In fact, it's brutal, but fantastic. I can't recommend it highly enough, especially this particular version.
  • Évaluation : 5 sur 5 étoiles
    5/5
    Definitely better than "White Fang".
  • Évaluation : 3 sur 5 étoiles
    3/5
    The Call of the Wild centers around a dog named Buck and his survival in the human world. The book grapples with themes such as violences and nurture vs. nature. Students who enjoy reading about the struggle to survive harsh conditions will enjoy this book.
  • Évaluation : 4 sur 5 étoiles
    4/5
    Very fast-paced and action-packed. London writes like a natural, and I really enjoyed the story's embodiment of Darwin's ideas/theories. Its eloquent narration of Buck's return to nature appeals to my own instincts, having grown up somewhat removed from typical "civilization" myself ... but I have to admit, his emphasis on THE fittest, Buck, feels rather aloof and elitist for me. But in that sense, I suppose London is staying true to the story's central theme: only the fittest DO and CAN survive.
  • Évaluation : 3 sur 5 étoiles
    3/5
    My father gave this book to me as "one every man should read". I have to agree. There is something about the primal nature of this story, which follows the journey of a dog,that made me want to travel and become one with the earth. Although I enjoyed reading this novel, I would have liked to know more about the human characters rather than the dogs. Indeed the writing from the dog's perspective is great, but I usually find it easier to relate to humans.
  • Évaluation : 5 sur 5 étoiles
    5/5
    This novel is one of my favorite pieces of American literature. Set in the rugged and bitterly cold Yukon, London weaves a tale of adventure through the eyes of Buck, a St. Bernard/Retriever mix, as he is abducted from a relative dog life of luxury and made a beast of burden on a sled team during the Alaskan gold rush. As the book follows the owners in Buck's life, one sees how the environment of the Yukon makes survival of the fittest a physical as well as mentally challenging game. This is a great read for dog lovers, and adventurers young and old---a time worn classic.
  • Évaluation : 3 sur 5 étoiles
    3/5
    It's hard to believe, that with 82 years of reading all sorts of books, this the first American Classic from an American Classic author that I''ve read. I'll try more of the classics but this work is no where near the top of my list of books. Yes, it is quite an adventure for this dog and he certainly had very many experiences but I can't get to the level of classical literature.
  • Évaluation : 4 sur 5 étoiles
    4/5
    A sad, wonderful tale.
  • Évaluation : 5 sur 5 étoiles
    5/5
    My third book by the author, and a possible reread (I remember some parts but not sure if I ever finished it).Basically the tale tells the life of Buck ( a Saint Bernard-Scotch shepherd dog) and the life he leads. At times harrowing, we follow Buck as he is stolen from a comfortable life and sold as a sledge dog. He rediscovers the primordial instinct for survival and endures all hardships put upon him. This includes being beaten by humans, driven to near death on the sledge and still having to fight for mastery over his fellows canines.Not exactly a light-hearted read with death on nearly every page, but an excellent representation of the attitudes of the early 20th century and the will to survive.Would I recommend it? Everytime.Would I reread it? One day.Am I glad I read it? Definitely
  • Évaluation : 2 sur 5 étoiles
    2/5
    being a cat person it might have been a mistake to read a book about a dog. the dog was terrorized by a man in a red sweater? i thought dogs cannot see red. and do dogs really think so much? and fight ti dead to lead a sledge? not sure why this is a classic.
  • Évaluation : 4 sur 5 étoiles
    4/5
    I drive a lot for work and get bored with listening to the radio after a while. A lot of times I'll listen to audiobooks but they're so expensive that I haven't listened to one in a while. So I was happily surprised when I found White Fang and The Call of the Wild on audio for $4 apiece at Half Price Books. If you are not familiar with this store, I am very sorry. It's absolutely wonderful (but not near as wonderful as our own Recycled Books here in Denton - I really love that store).So I remember reading The Call of the Wild when I was kid and I think I saw a movie on White Fang at some point in my life but they're both very fuzzy and needless to say I had the two confused in my head. Well, maybe not confused but merged is the better word. I had somehow remembered a wild half-wolf dog that was captured and tortured to fight other dogs then rescued and taught be a sled dog who eventually went back to the wild. Yeah. Just remember it had been a long time.After listening to the two back to back, I believe that The Call of the Wild is my favorite of the two simply because I'm not fond of the narrative in White Fang. The narrator keeps referring to people as "gods" in White Fangs eyes. Also, he sees power as coming from material possessions. This is a human qualification and I have never seen animals give deference to another animal because of possessions. They base power on strength. It is possible with some animals that the leader may have access to more food and other possessions but that is because he/she is ALREADY leader. Those things do not make the leader. So, because the wolf apparently sees materials possessions as power he sees white people as being superior to all others. See where I'm going here? Very irritating.Ok, here's another problem: inconsistency. I realize these are different stories but they both concern sled dogs at some point. In The Call of the Wild, the sled dogs regard the lead sled dog with deference and treat him as leader in all other aspects of life. In White Fang, the other dogs view the lead dog as running away from them and therefore a coward to be tormented. The lead dog must sit with the people in order to be protected. WHAT??!! I don't know anything about sledding but I know about dogs and this simply doesn't make sense. The Call of the Wild was written first so maybe he discovered something that I don't know about. I tried to find some other reviews to see if there was any mention of this but all I could find were school papers and descriptions of the book. Anyone know where I can find good critiques not written by 6th graders?Ok, so I didn't completely dislike White Fang. I was irritated by those things but the storyline is very good. I was surprised when I found out it was written after The Call of the Wild because it seems a little more rough. It reads like a first book, where The Call of the Wild seems more polished. In both books I really enjoyed the interplay between the main characters and the other dogs. The dogs seemed more real than the people. This makes complete sense, since the story is told from the point of view of the dog. The other dogs would be the ones that Buck and White Fang knew the best. London accomplishes this very well. I also enjoyed the exchange between Buck and Thornton and White Fang and Scott. Being an animal lover and having dogs all my life, I know the power of the love from an animal. I was impressed by how Scott won over White Fang. His devotion to Scott reminds me of my boyfriend's dog, Skillet, who treats Jeff as if he hung the moon and my dog, Loki, who treats me the same way. Both of these dogs were rescued also. There seems to be something that happens to a dog who is rescued and loved that makes them more devoted than a dog who comes to you as a puppy, like my other dog, Aurora. She obviously loves me and I love her very much but Loki and Skillet become visibly upset just being out of our presence. I was also impressed that Buck remained with Thornton even when he wanted to be free simply because he loved this man. Many people may say this is anthropomorphizing, that animals can't love like this. I say they have never given themselves to an animal enough to feel that love.
  • Évaluation : 4 sur 5 étoiles
    4/5
    When Buck is taken from his comfortable home, sold as a work dog, and sent to Alaska, his whole world changes. Brutality and hard work. Cold and crazy men. All of these forever change Buck's nature. As his instincts take over, can Buck continue to exist in the world that his various owners have brought him into?I went into this book with no expectations and was blown away by the writing. London's prose is gorgeous and rich; I found myself relishing each sentence and the language he uses to perfection. I also was impressed that the novel is told from Buck's perspective but never comes to a point of anthropomorphization nor is it saccharine. The novel doesn't shy away from the brutality of the life of men who went in search of gold in Alaska and London never pulls punches when describing animal cruelty. But don't let the harshness frighten you away. There are also wonderful passages depicting the special bond that form between animals and their people. A short classic that pleasantly surprised me.
  • Évaluation : 4 sur 5 étoiles
    4/5
    Very enjoyable. I felt like Buck's dreaming of prehistoric man was unnecessary and I think it would have been better without that.
  • Évaluation : 2 sur 5 étoiles
    2/5
    It was ok. It's no White Fang.
  • Évaluation : 4 sur 5 étoiles
    4/5
    The Call of the WildYamamoto, MitsuAR Quiz # 30529 EN FICTIONIL: MG - BL: 5.5 AR Points 2.0AR Quiz Types RP, VPThoroughly enjoyed this retelling of the classic Jack London novel about Buck, part St. Bernard, part wolf and part super hero. I give it 4 stars and would recommend this book to all students and adults alike.I thought the graphics on each page were well done and helped readers visualize the rugged and difficult life Buck is thrown into without warning. He is abducted from a world of comfort on Judge Miller's farm, to a world where his survival depends on his instincts, guile and ability to adapt quickly to his changing circumstances.Fascinating that Mr. London could have written this novel in the early 1900's and the novel remains so timeless. I would hope that students today can still relate to such a beloved dog and the people and animals he meets along his journey to finding his true nature. It was fun to reread this inspirational story once again.I love the way good and evil are portrayed through both men and animals. I particularly liked watching Buck overcome these evils through both patience and his persistence until ultimately becoming a leader among the sled dogs.When Buck is befriended by John Thornton, we get lulled into a false sense of security thinking Buck will now be forever protected by this great man. But the greatest test of Buck's life is yet to come, and in the final climactic chapters, Bucks true superhero nature comes out as he defends his companion to the end.
  • Évaluation : 4 sur 5 étoiles
    4/5
    This story is about a dog, named Buck. At first, he lived in Mr.Miller's house in Santa Clara Valley, but he was stolen by someone who wanted money. After he was stolen, he was bought by another man with a lot of money because he was very clever and strong dog which could work in the cold and snow of the north.But why he had to work in such place? Because men wanted to find gold and become rich!Buck confront a lot of danger..I felt I had to be more strong! Buck was very strong not only physically, but also mentally. And I also thought that animals love wild, and they have feelings like human. For example, if they were attacked by human, they feel bad and give them back biting or barking. I have a dog now, so I would like to cherish him more than before.
  • Évaluation : 5 sur 5 étoiles
    5/5
    loved it. I had never read Jack London before.

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L'Appel de la foret - Jack London

978-963-525-897-0

Chapitre 1

LA LOI PRIMITIVE

L’antique instinct nomade surgit,

Se ruant contre la chaîne de l’habitude ;

Et de son brumeux sommeil séculaire

S’élève le cri de la race.

Buck ne lisait pas les journaux et était loin de savoir ce qui se tramait vers la fin de 1897, non seulement contre lui, mais contre tous ses congénères. En effet, dans toute la région qui s’étend du détroit de Puget à la baie de San Diégo on traquait les grands chiens à longs poils, aussi habiles à se tirer d’affaire dans l’eau que sur la terre ferme…

Les hommes, en creusant la terre obscure, y avaient trouvé un métal jaune, enfoncé dans le sol glacé des régions arctiques, et les compagnies de transport ayant répandu la nouvelle à grand renfort de réclame, les gens se ruaient en foule vers le nord. Et il leur fallait des chiens, de ces grands chiens robustes aux muscles forts pour travailler, et à l’épaisse fourrure pour se protéger contre le froid.

Buck habitait cette belle demeure, située dans la vallée ensoleillée de Santa-Clara, qu’on appelle « le Domaine du juge Miller ».

De la route, on distingue à peine l’habitation à demi cachée par les grands arbres, qui laissent entrevoir la large et fraîche véranda, régnant sur les quatre faces de la maison. Des allées soigneusement sablées mènent au perron, sous l’ombre tremblante des hauts peupliers, parmi les vertes pelouses. Un jardin immense et fleuri entoure la villa, puis ce sont les communs imposants, écuries spacieuses, où s’agitent une douzaine de grooms et de valets bavards, cottages couverts de plantes grimpantes, pour les jardiniers et leurs aides ; enfin l’interminable rangée des serres, treilles et espaliers, suivis de vergers plantureux, de gras pâturages, de champs fertiles et de ruisseaux jaseurs.

Le monarque absolu de ce beau royaume était, depuis quatre ans, le chien Buck, magnifique animal dont le poids et la majesté tenaient du gigantesque terre-neuve Elno, son père, tandis que sa mère Sheps, fine chienne colley de pure race écossaise, lui avait donné la beauté des formes et l’intelligence humaine de son regard. L’autorité de Buck était indiscutée. Il régnait sans conteste non seulement sur la tourbe insignifiante des chiens d’écurie, sur le carlin japonais Toots, sur le mexicain Isabel, étrange créature sans poil dont l’aspect prêtait à rire, mais encore sur tous les habitants du même lieu que lui. Majestueux et doux, il était le compagnon inséparable du juge, qu’il suivait dans toutes ses promenades, il s’allongeait d’habitude aux pieds de son maître, dans la bibliothèque, le nez sur ses pattes de devant, clignant des yeux vers le feu, et ne marquant que par un imperceptible mouvement des sourcils l’intérêt qu’il prenait à tout ce qui se passait autour de lui. Mais apercevait-il au-dehors les fils aînés du juge, prêts à se mettre en selle, il se levait d’un air digne et daignait les escorter ; de même, quand les jeunes gens prenaient leur bain matinal dans le grand réservoir cimenté du jardin, Buck considérait de son devoir d’être de la fête. Il ne manquait pas non plus d’accompagner les jeunes filles dans leurs promenades à pied ou en voiture ; et parfois on le voyait sur les pelouses, portant sur son dos les petits-enfants du juge, les roulant sur le gazon et faisant mine de les dévorer, de ses deux rangées de dents étincelantes. Les petits l’adoraient, tout en le craignant un peu, car Buck exerçait sur eux une surveillance sévère et ne permettait aucun écart à la règle. D’ailleurs, ils n’étaient pas seuls à le redouter, le sentiment de sa propre importance et le respect universel qui l’entourait investissant le bel animal d’une dignité vraiment royale.

Depuis quatre ans, Buck menait l’existence d’un aristocrate blasé, parfaitement satisfait de soi-même et des autres, peut-être légèrement enclin à l’égoïsme, ainsi que le sont trop souvent les grands de ce monde. Mais son activité incessante, la chasse, la pêche, le sport, et surtout sa passion héréditaire pour l’eau fraîche le gardaient de tout alourdissement et de la moindre déchéance physique : il était, en vérité, le plus admirable spécimen de sa race qu’on pût voir. Sa vaste poitrine, ses flancs évidés sous l’épaisse et soyeuse fourrure, ses pattes droites et formidables, son large front étoilé de blanc, son regard franc, calme et attentif, le faisaient admirer de tous.

Telle était la situation du chien Buck, lorsque la découverte des mines d’or du Klondike attira vers le nord des milliers d’aventuriers. Tout manquait dans ces régions neuves et désolées ; et pour assurer la subsistance et la vie même des émigrants, on dut avoir recours aux traîneaux attelés de chiens, seuls animaux de trait capables de supporter une température arctique.

Buck semblait créé pour jouer un rôle dans les solitudes glacées de l’Alaska ; et c’est précisément ce qui advint, grâce à la trahison d’un aide-jardinier. Le misérable Manoël avait pour la loterie chinoise une passion effrénée ; et ses gages étant à peine suffisants pour assurer l’existence de sa femme et de ses enfants, il ne recula pas devant un crime pour se procurer les moyens de satisfaire son vice.

Un soir, que le juge présidait une réunion et que ses fils étaient absorbés par le règlement d’un nouveau club athlétique, le traître Manoël appelle doucement Buck, qui le suit sans défiance, convaincu qu’il s’agit d’une simple promenade à la brume. Tous deux traversent sans encombre la propriété, gagnent la grande route et arrivent tranquillement à la petite gare de Collège-Park. Là, un homme inconnu place dans la main de Manoël quelques pièces d’or, tout en lui reprochant d’amener l’animal en liberté. Aussitôt Manoël jette au cou de Buck une corde assez forte pour l’étrangler en cas de résistance. Buck supporte cet affront avec calme et dignité ; bien que ce procédé inusité le surprenne, il a, par habitude, confiance en tous les gens de la maison, et sait que les hommes possèdent une sagesse supérieure même à la sienne. Toutefois, quand l’étranger fait mine de prendre la corde, Buck manifeste par un profond grondement le déplaisir qu’il éprouve. Aussitôt la corde se resserre, lui meurtrissant cruellement la gorge et lui coupant la respiration. Indigné, Buck, se jette sur l’homme ; alors celui-ci donne un tour de poignet vigoureux : la corde se resserre encore ; furieux, surpris, la langue pendante, la poitrine convulsée, Buck se tord impuissant, ressentant plus vivement l’outrage inattendu que l’atroce douleur physique ; ses beaux yeux se couvrent d’un nuage, deviennent vitreux… et c’est à demi mort qu’il est brutalement jeté dans un fourgon à bagages par les deux complices.

Quand Buck revint à lui, tremblant de douleur et de rage, il comprit qu’il était emporté par un train, car ses fréquentes excursions avec le juge lui avaient appris à connaître ce mode de locomotion.

Ses yeux, en s’ouvrant, exprimèrent la colère et l’indignation d’un monarque trahi. Soudain, il aperçoit à ses côtés l’homme auquel Manoël l’a livré. Bondir sur lui, ivre de rage, est l’affaire d’un instant ; mais déjà la corde se resserre et l’étrangle… pas sitôt pourtant que les mâchoires puissantes du molosse n’aient eu le temps de se refermer sur la main brutale, la broyant jusqu’à l’os…

Un homme d’équipe accourt au bruit :

– Cette brute a des attaques d’épilepsie, fait le voleur, dissimulant sa main ensanglantée sous sa veste. On l’emmène à San Francisco, histoire de le faire traiter par un fameux vétérinaire. Ça vaut de l’argent, un animal comme ça… son maître y tient…

L’homme d’équipe se retire, satisfait de l’explication.

Mais quand on arrive à San Francisco, les habits du voleur sont en lambeaux, son pantalon pend déchiré à partir du genou, et le mouchoir qui enveloppe sa main est teint d’une pourpre sombre. Le voyage, évidemment, a été mouvementé.

Il traîne Buck à demi mort jusqu’à une taverne louche du bord de l’eau, et là, tout en examinant ses blessures, il ouvre son cœur au cabaretier.

– Sacré animal !… En voilà un enragé !… grommelle-t-il en avalant une copieuse rasade de gin ; cinquante dollars pour cette besogne-là !… Par ma foi, je ne recommencerais pas pour mille !

– Cinquante ? fait le patron. Et combien l’autre a-t-il touché ?

– Hum !… il n’a jamais voulu lâcher cette sale bête pour moins de cent… grogne l’homme.

– Cent cinquante ?… Pardieu, il les vaut ou je ne suis qu’un imbécile, fait le patron, examinant le chien.

Mais le voleur a défait le bandage grossier qui entoure sa main blessée.

– Du diable si je n’attrape pas la rage ! exclame-t-il avec colère.

– Pas de danger !… C’est la potence qui t’attend… ricane le patron. Dis donc, il serait peut-être temps de lui enlever son collier…

Étourdi, souffrant cruellement de sa gorge et de sa langue meurtries, à moitié étranglé, Buck voulut faire face à ses tourmenteurs. Mais la corde eut raison de ses résistances ; on réussit enfin à limer le lourd collier de cuivre marqué au nom du juge. Alors les deux hommes lui retirèrent la corde et le jetèrent dans une caisse renforcée de barreaux de fer.

Il y passa une triste nuit, ressassant ses douleurs et ses outrages. Il ne comprenait rien à tout cela. Que lui voulaient ces hommes ? Pourquoi le maltraitaient-ils ainsi ? Au moindre bruit il dressait les oreilles, croyant voir paraître le juge ou tout au moins un de ses fils. Mais lorsqu’il apercevait la face avinée du cabaretier, ou les yeux louches de son compagnon de route, le cri joyeux qui tremblait dans sa gorge se

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