The cold doesn’t seem to bother the man, a newcomer to the Yukon, who plans on meeting his friends by six at an old claim. The day steadily grows colder, the man realizes his unprotected cheekbones ill freeze but doesn’t pay attention to it. He follows along the creek trail, watching out for concealed springs so his feet won’t get wet. He decides to stop to have lunch and builds a fire, even though his fingers are numb, to dry his foot gear. As the man was taking off his shoes, clumps of snow falls from the tree and puts out the fire. Though building a fire in the wide open was the best thing to do, the man found it easier to build under the under tree so he could take sticks from it, which resulted in the tree capsizing its load of snow that put out the fire. He tries to make another fire but it also goes out, so he tries to kill the dog for warmth, but is unable to pull his knife out. The man realizes that frostbite is nothing compared to freezing to death if he can’t find heat. He tries running along the creek, but falls many times and eventually gives up and tries to die in a more dignified manner. The man falls asleep and eventually dies. The dispassionate tone might make you expect the writing to be boring, but Jack London constructs sentences that give incredibly descriptive accounts of everything. London writing is pretty easy to read. His words flow in such a logical way. His paragraphs are neat and similar in length. Occasionally you’ll find some sentence to be a bit long, but usually Londin writes lines that are compact. He knows when to throw out a “million-dollar” word, but he surrounds it with a whole bunch of one or two-syllable words to make it appearance much more
The cold doesn’t seem to bother the man, a newcomer to the Yukon, who plans on meeting his friends by six at an old claim. The day steadily grows colder, the man realizes his unprotected cheekbones ill freeze but doesn’t pay attention to it. He follows along the creek trail, watching out for concealed springs so his feet won’t get wet. He decides to stop to have lunch and builds a fire, even though his fingers are numb, to dry his foot gear. As the man was taking off his shoes, clumps of snow falls from the tree and puts out the fire. Though building a fire in the wide open was the best thing to do, the man found it easier to build under the under tree so he could take sticks from it, which resulted in the tree capsizing its load of snow that put out the fire. He tries to make another fire but it also goes out, so he tries to kill the dog for warmth, but is unable to pull his knife out. The man realizes that frostbite is nothing compared to freezing to death if he can’t find heat. He tries running along the creek, but falls many times and eventually gives up and tries to die in a more dignified manner. The man falls asleep and eventually dies. The dispassionate tone might make you expect the writing to be boring, but Jack London constructs sentences that give incredibly descriptive accounts of everything. London writing is pretty easy to read. His words flow in such a logical way. His paragraphs are neat and similar in length. Occasionally you’ll find some sentence to be a bit long, but usually Londin writes lines that are compact. He knows when to throw out a “million-dollar” word, but he surrounds it with a whole bunch of one or two-syllable words to make it appearance much more