Call Of The Wild Page #6

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Come on.

Come on. Whoo!

Hike! Hike!

Ha, ha! Ride like the wind.

Ringo, Sparks, Pepper, go! Go!

Come on, Buck! You can do it!

Come on, you mutts! Pa'll kill

me if we don't win this thing.

Come on, Buck!

- You can do it, Buck!

- Hike!

Go Buck!

Hike! Hike!

Come on, Buck!

Hike! Hike!

Hike! Hike!

Go Buck, come on!

No! I can't

let them catch us!

Hike!

Come on!

We can win this.

That's it, Jack!

Let them run!

Come on, Jack!

Easy now!

Stay clear of Heep's team.

Oh, no!

Come on, guys!

Let's go! Let's go!

- We got him! We got him!

- Yay!

Wait till you get a clear pass.

I think Jack knows

what he's doing.

I believe he does.

And so does

that little girl...

Hike, hike!

- Yay!

- Whoo!

Whoo-hoo!

Whoo!

Come on, Jack! Yes!

Hike!

Damn it, Ozz! Ice him!

Hit him with the ice.

- Come on, Buck!

- Come on!

Looking good!

Whoo!

- Way to go!

- Yay, Jack!

What's the matter with you?

I told you to ice him.

I told you to ice him!

I told you to ice him!

Dog gone it!

You ran a good race.

You did too, Ozz.

Here...

...for your dogs.

I'm sorry about everything.

Maybe I'll see you guys

around sometime.

I graduate next year and

then I'm going to college.

Haven't told my pa yet.

Thanks.

Congratulations.

Sheriff!

Sheriff, that was not

a fair race.

They had two mushers.

- They ought to be disqualified.

- Oh, you lost fair and square.

Wasn't fair to run

that wolf, neither.

- Heep, shut your trap.

- I won!

That wasn't a fair race

and you know it.

Who wants that damn

mongrel, anyway?

Buck, stop!

No one wants to hurt you.

Get him off me!

Help! He's a wild animal!

You all saw that!

He's a wild animal I tell ya!

Well, you better put him down.

I won't press charges.

I'll pull stakes on this

crummy town anyway.

Go some place where

it don't smell so bad!

Stupid little town.

I'm going north.

But I might be back.

Bill, it looks like there's

still too much wild in Buck.

I can't really allow him

to stay in town anymore.

I'll take him back to Boston.

I spoke with your

parents last night

and I told them

about Buck.

You can't bring a wolf

back to the city.

OK?

When I tied him up with

the leash, he got out.

And I don't think it was

the first time, either.

I think he ate

those chickens, too.

I meant to tell you but I didn't

want you to take him away.

I guess he's not

a very good pet.

Ry...

He's a wolf.

He's a great wolf,

but he is a wolf.

He just has to be

in the right place.

Can he go back to the woods?

No, he can't do that.

He's too used to

being where the living is fat.

He'd just come back down again.

I really don't have any choice.

I'm gonna have to

take him to the pound.

Why don't you

say goodbye to him?

Ry? Honey?

OK.

You're a brave girl.

No!

I won't let you take him!

You can't take Buck

to the pound.

No!

Buck!

- I love you, Buck.

- I could use a good dog.

Be useful to me.

Well, he seems to like you.

That's for sure.

Yeah.

Sheriff?

Well, as long as he

stays at the cabin...

...I have no objection.

I think he'll like it up there.

I think he'll like it just fine.

One thing, though...

We'll have to get him

a different collar.

"John Thornton was dead.

The last tie was broken.

The claims of man

no longer bound Buck.

But the natives of these lands

still tell a story.

It is a story of a ghost dog

that runs at the head

of the pack.

They are afraid

of this ghost dog,

for it has a cunning

greater than they.

Stealing from their camps,

robbing their traps and defying

their bravest hunters.

They say he is a great,

gloriously-coated wolf.

Unlike all other wolves.

He sings the song

of the Yukon wolf...

...which is the song

of the pack."

- Thanks, Rene.

- You're welcome.

All right.

Oh, my gosh! For me?

I know she's a little small.

She's perfect.

What do you suppose Brittney and

Chloe are going to think of this?

Who cares what they think.

I have the perfect name

for her.

Oh?

Buttercup.

This was

the best trip ever.

I love you, Grandpa.

I love you, too.

Heel. Heel!

Good boy.

Good boy.

That's a good boy.

Like the beat of your heart

The flicker of flame

The feel of the wind

Or the blood in your veins

Like a river that runs

Cuts a hole right through

There's nothing to say

Gotta do whatcha gotta do

Like the cry of the wolf

Or the love of a child

Something deep in your soul

Like a burning desire

It's the call of the wild

Doesn't make much sense

How can I survive

with no defense?

But the call of the wild

If it speaks to you

You can live for today

'Cause you've got

something to prove

Like the voice from above

It only knows the truth

You can't turn away

You can barely move

There's a way to live free

There's a chance

to break through

When the call of the wild

Is answered by you

It's the call of the wild

Doesn't make much sense

But how can I survive

with no defense?

But the call of the wild

If it speaks to you

You can live for today

'Cause you got

something to prove

Ho!

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