Classic Storys

im going to create some posts on some Classic Storys. only one chapter per day ok everyone. here are the future books im going to post
Current Call Of The Wild by Jack London
Ronald Dahls Classic Charlie And The Chocolate Factory
Another Classic The Wizard Of Oz by L. Frank Baum
Another Classic The Adventures of HuckleBerry Finn by mark twain a famous writer of classic books
and finally the last classic i know of Moby Dick by Herman Melvile

The Call Of The Wild my favorite classic
Chapter One A Kidnapped King
Buck Did Not Read The Newspapers, or he would have known that trouble was ahead. Trouble not just for him but every strong dog with warm, long hair along the western coastline. Men had found gold in the arctic, and these men wanted dogs. The dogs they wanted were heavy dogs with strong muscles to pull dog sleds and with furry coats to protect them from frost. Buck lived at a big house in the sunny Santa Clara Valley. Judge Miller's place, it was called. It was a large, beautiful home with wrap-around porches and a long driveway. The estate had wide lawns with great stables, grape arbors, green pastures, orchards, and berry patches. Then there was the big cement tank where Judge Miller's boys took their morning swim and kept cool in the hot afternoon. Buck ruled over this great estate. Here he was born, and here he had lived the four years of his life. There were other dogs, but they did not count. The house dogs and the kennel dogs came and went, But Buck was neither house dog nor kennel dog. The whole place was his. He jumped into the swimming tank, and went hunting with the Judge's sons. He went with Mollie and Alice, the Judges daughters, on long walks.On wintry nights he lay at the Judge's feet before the roaring library fire. He carried the Judge's grandsons on his back, or rolled them in the grass, and played with them in the orchards. Buck was king over all the other dogs and every person at the Miller estate. His father, Elmo, had been a huge St. Bernard, the Judge's favorite. Buck was not so large-he weighed only one hundred and forty pounds-for his mother, Shep, had been a Scotch shepard dog. Nevertheless, he carried himself like a much larger dog, like the king he was, with great pride. And this was the life Buck led in the fall of 1897, when the Klondike gold dragged men from all over the world into the frozen North. But Buck did not read the newspapers. He did not know that men's hearts could be turned with greed. Manuel, one of the gardener's helpers, was such a man whose heart had turned, and his greedy eyes had fallen on Buck-a perfect sled dog. The Judge was at a meeting and the boys were at a club on the sad night of manuel's crime. No one saw him take Buck and lead him through the orchard for an evening"stroll." And only one man saw them arrive at the little train station known as College Park. This one man talked with Manuel and handed him money. "Are you going to tie him up?" the stranger asked gruffly. Manuel doubled a piece of short rope around Buck's neck under the collar. "Twist it, and you'll choke him plenty," said Manuel. Buck did not resist the rope. He had learned to trust men he knew. But when the ends of the rope were placed in the stranger's hands, he growled to make the man let go. To his surprise, the rope tightened around his neck, shutting off his breath. In a quick rage he sprangat the man, but the man was ready. He threw Buck onto his back and tightened the rope more. Never in all his life had Buck been so cruely treated, and never in all life had he been so angry. But his strenth left him, his eyes closed, and he fainted from the rope and the pain. He was not even aware when the train came and the two men threw him into the baggage car. The next thing he knew, he was being jolted along something moving, and his tongue was hurting. The shriek of the train whistle told him where he was. He had been kidnapped!

Tune in tommorow for the next chapter.

Must resist meme reference...
Cool story, bro. >_>

thanks tommorow im going to do chapter 2