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1902. American writer (real name John Griffith London). London grew up in poverty, earning a living through various legal and illegal means. He was a sailor and took part in the Klondike gold rush. These experiences provided much of the material for his works and also made him a socialist. The Call of the Wild, the classic story of sled-dog Buck brought him instant celebrity and established his readership to this day. The story begins: All ready, Miss Welse, though I'm sorry we can't spare one of the steamer's boats. Frona Welse arose with alacrity and came to the first officer's side. We're so busy, he explained, and gold-rushers are such perishable freight, at least- I understand, she interrupted, and I, too, am behaving as though I were perishable. And I am sorry for the trouble I am giving you, but-but- She turned quickly and pointed to the shore. Do you see that big log-house? Between the clump of pins and the river? I was born there. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing.
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1902. American writer (real name John Griffith London). London grew up in poverty, earning a living through various legal and illegal means. He was a sailor and took part in the Klondike gold rush. These experiences provided much of the material for his works and also made him a socialist. The Call of the Wild, the classic story of sled-dog Buck brought him instant celebrity and established his readership to this day. The story begins: All ready, Miss Welse, though I'm sorry we can't spare one of the steamer's boats. Frona Welse arose with alacrity and came to the first officer's side. We're so busy, he explained, and gold-rushers are such perishable freight, at least- I understand, she interrupted, and I, too, am behaving as though I were perishable. And I am sorry for the trouble I am giving you, but-but- She turned quickly and pointed to the shore. Do you see that big log-house? Between the clump of pins and the river? I was born there. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing.
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