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He had never learned to read nor write, but his vocabulary was remarkable, and more remarkable still was the completeness with which he had assumed the white man's point of view, the white man's attitude toward things. HE HAD NEVER LEARNED TO READ NOR WRITE BUT HIS VOCABULARY WAS REMARKABLE AND MORE REMARKABLE STILL WAS THE COMPLETENESS WITH WHICH HE HAD ASSUMED THE WHITE MAN'S POINT OF VIEW THE WHITE MAN'S ATTITUDE TOWARDS THINGS
led to look at her husband, and she saw the sternness with which he watched her. The pursed lips relaxed, and she sighed inaudibly. Wolf's trot broke into a run. Wider and wider were the leaps he made. Not once did he turn his head, his wolf's brush standing out straight behind him. He cut sharply across the curve of the trail and was gone. THE SUN-DOG TRAIL Sitka Charley smoked his pipe and gazed thoughtfully at the _Police Gazette_ illustration on the wall. For half an hour he had been steadily regarding it, and for half an hour I had been slyly watching him. Something was going on in that mind of his, and, whatever it was, I knew it was well worth knowing. He had lived life, and seen things, and performed that prodigy of prodigies, namely, the turning of his back upon his own people, and, in so far as it was possible for an Indian, becoming a white man even in his mental processes. As he phrased it himself, he had come into the warm, sat among us, by our fires, and become one of us.  THIS IS A LIBERVOX RECORDING ALL LIBERVOX RECORDINGS ARE IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN FOR MORE INFORMATION AND FIND OUT HOW YOU CAN VOLUNTEER PLEASE VISIT LIEBRAVOX DOT ORG THE SUN DOG TRAIL BY JACK LONDON FROM LOVE OF LIFE AND OTHER STORIES READ BY JOHN TAYLOR SOUTHEAST MISSOURI DECEMBER TWO THOUSAND SIX SITKA CHARLIE SMOKED HIS PIPE AND GAZED THOUGHTFULLY AT THE POLICE GAZETTE ILLUSTRATION ON THE WALL FOR HALF AN HOUR HE HAD BEEN STEADILY REGARDING IT AND FOR HALF AN HOUR I HAD BEEN SLYLY WATCHING HIM SOMETHING ELSE WAS GOING ON IN THAT MIND OF HIS AND WHATEVER IT WAS I KNEW IT WAS WELL WORTH KNOWING HE HAD LIVED LIFE AND SEEN THINGS AND PERFORMED THAT PRODIGY OF PRODIGIES NAMELY THE TURNING OF HIS BACK ON HIS OWN PEOPLE AND IN SO FAR AS IT WAS POSSIBLE FOR AN INDIAN BECOMING A WHITE MAN EVEN IN HIS MENTAL PROCESSES AS HE PHRASED IT HIMSELF HE HAD COME INTO THE WARM SAT AMONG US BY OUR FIRES AND BECOME ONE OF US
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