Theme Of Violence In The Call Of The Wild

The Man in The Red Sweater
̈The art of life is a constant readjustment to our surroundings.¨ ~kakuzo Okakaura. Violence can only be stopped by adapting, and violence that goes on in Buck's tragic lifetime. This essay will explore violence in the novel Call of The Wild. This novel includes a dog, Buck, who is taken from Santa Clara Valley in California during the gold rush in Alaska. Buck is abused, battered with a bat and whip, and has to survive for his life in the cold, harsh winter in Alaska while traveling thousands of miles. Furthermore, this book can get to extreme levels of violence, being starved, and killing of other animals which are either killed by a gun by people or killed by one of his teammates. This essay will explore

He has to act fast, and strong to adapt to the cold, harsh, and snowy environment in Alaska from being in sunny, warm, and lazy surroundings in the Santa Clara Valley. Although it takes Buck a little while to adapt, he is almost ready by the first three days. Furthermore, he releases his primordial instincts, and he gets the instincts of his ancestors and howls like a wolf. He also has to have his body fit enough for these harsh winters as a sled dog; because if he doesn't, then he could either be killed by the sled master or be killed by the natural elements of the cold

But not only has Buck been through some terrible things, but so have his best-known friends while in Alaska. One of the dogs he traveled with was Curly, and Curly wasn't quite “fit enough” to make it through the first week of the Man in the red sweater. As the man in the red sweater was the strongest master of Buck and would beat any dog, any size, without remorse or guilt. “...They went closer upon here, snarling and yelping, and she was buried, screaming with agony, beneath the bristling mass of bodies. So sudden was it, and so unexpected, that Buck was taken aback. He saw Spitz run out his scarlet tongue in a way he laughed; He was Francois, swinging an axe, springing into the mess of dogs. Three men with clubs were helping him to scatter. It did not take long. Two minutes from the time Curly went down the last of her assailants were clubbed off.” (Pg. 27) Just for some evidence before all of this happened, Curly was swarmed by a huskies twice her size, and within a flash, curly’s face was ripped open from eye to jaw. Curly of course was too injured to continue as a sled dog in the harsh Alaska winter, so the “only” course of action was to put her into a group of “rabid” huskies and let them eat