When he got back to the States he could tell the folks what real cold was. In such fashion, rejoicing proudly, he tramped on. A guy and his dog want to make tracks to a mining camp so they can sit beside a warm fire and chow down on bacon and biscuits. Possibly all the generations of his ancestry had been ignorant of cold, of real cold, of cold one hundred and seven degrees below freezing-point.
His pace of four miles an hour had kept his heart pumping blood to the surface of his body and to all the extremities. For a moment he tugged with his numb fingers, then, realizing the folly of it, he drew his sheath-knife.
He knew that in the nature of things the trail was bound to grow worse from there on, and thought that, considering the good time he had made, he merited lunch. Where it had burned was a mantle of fresh and disordered snow.
The judgment-versus-instinct theme is evident when the man builds the first fire. For a moment he sat and stared at the spot where the fire had been. And still he endured it, holding the flame of the matches clumsily to the bark that would not light readily because his own burning hands were in the way, absorbing most of the flame.
In "To Build a Fire," we have a main character whose hands get so frozen he has to try and light a fire by holding a match between his wrists.
Now and again sensation forsook his nose and cheeks, and he rubbed them till they burned with the returning blood. He rubbed till his hands grew numb, when he would cover his feet with the blanket, warm his hands by the fire, and return to the rubbing.
But the tremendous cold had already driven the life out of his fingers. He was going on to the Cherry Creek Divide. To build the fire he had been forced to remove his mittens, and the fingers had quickly gone numb.
After an hour he rounded a bend, where the creek ran close to the mountainside, and came upon one of the most insignificant-appearing but most formidable dangers in northern travel. Toes and nose and cheeks would be only touched by the frost, for the fire was beginning to burn with strength.
He squatted in the snow, pulling the twigs out from their entanglement in the brush and feeding directly to the flame. By the end of the story, he dies as a result of his arrogance. He did this for five minutes, violently, and his heart pumped enough blood up to the surface to put a stop to his shivering.
The trail was faint. He had barely chewed the first mouthful when his numbing fingers warned him to put his mitten on again. But at the moment he was adding the first thick twigs to the fire a grievous thing happened.to build a fire (First published in The Century Magazine, v, August,) NOTE: This is the famous, second version of a story first published in a more juvenile treatment for the Youth's Companion on May 29, TO BUILD A FIRE (First published in Youth's Companion, v.
76, May 29, ) NOTE: This is the first, For another precept of the north runs: Travel with wet socks down to twenty below zero; after that build a fire.
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"To Build a Fire" is a short story by American author Jack London.
There are two versions of this story, one published in and the other in Published in"To Build a Fire" is a rewrite of (and huge improvement on) an earlier story that appeared in a boy's adventure magazine in.
him to go into camp or to seek shelter somewhere and build a fire.
The dog had learned about fire, and it wanted fire. Otherwise, it would dig itself into the snow and find shelter from the cold air.
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