Buck, the King of the wild

I can’t wait to jolt down my thought about Buck, about his providence, about his pride, all of which remind me of mulling over the situation where I am now. From a decent dog leading a life at ease to a cunning one in company with the wild, Buck realized his pride and savagery during the trail to the bitter cold north.

In addition to the brilliant plots that are completely attractive to me, I am deeply inspired by the growth of the awareness of his wild nature. Frankly speaking, Buck is a razor-sharp intellect, with capability of reading human’s behaviors. He grasped the law of the club the fang the first time he was beat with pain to death by the man in red sweater; he got the hang of how to steal his comrades’ food secretly and so on. As Jack London wrote in the novel, Buck did not become cunning which is opposite to his nature. On the contrary, he unwittingly grew to be as strong and preeminent as his ancestors. His dim remote memory grew clear; his power latent in the body was aroused. By virtue of his strength, he gained his supremacy among his comrades after beating his loathsome enemy.

However, I don’t think that Buck is a dog with bad manner and without any sympathy. Back to the early time when he joined the trace, he behaved humbly, treating his fellows in a comradely. Nevertheless, he has strong justice on his own and he considered Spitz to be a rival with bitter and deathless hate not to achieve his vital ambition of domination, but to punish Spitz for his ruthless kill. Compelled to live in the wild, which is utterly different to the comfortable house he ever lived in with a kind family, Buck had got to survive by snapping and killing, making his remote memory clearer and clearer.

Dating backing to the ancient time, Buck’s ancestors may live on broad grassland, may in a dark hole without fire brightened the nights. They hunted during daytime and took halt under a starry sky. Sometimes they gathered together to fight for their lands as well as their supremacy of domination, or to celebrate their great harvests in hunting. What’s more, the solidarity of the group keeps the members from being separate and lonely.

But, Buck is just living in the far north alone, having no company, although he is not always alone because he would have good time with his wolf friends. I know this is a bit harsh for him, but Buck has to struggle by himself if hoping to conquer the land. A King is alone all the time.

There is a time when humans indicate that people should go back to nature, discarding anything that is unnecessary. To be honest, I believe that few people are willing to abandon what they are in possession. Going back to nature means to be lonely. Buck is compelled to be lonely, as he lost in the wild. I , as the Buck living in human house, knowing nothing about the wild, just lead my effortless life.

2016-01-03

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