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James Oliver Curwood
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 197 pages of information about Kazan.

Several times that night Kazan heard Gray Wolf’s call.  He whined softly in response, fearing the club.  He watched the fire until the last embers of it died out, and then cautiously dragged himself from under the snag.  Two or three times he tried to stand on his feet, but fell back each time.  His legs were not broken, but the pain of standing on them was excruciating.  He was hot and feverish.  All that night he had craved a drink of water.  When Sandy crawled out from between his blankets in the early dawn he gave him both meat and water.  Kazan drank the water, but would not touch the meat.  Sandy regarded the change in him with satisfaction.  By the time the sun was up he had finished his breakfast and was ready to leave.  He approached Kazan fearlessly now, without the club.  Untying the babiche he dragged the dog to the canoe.  Kazan slunk in the sand while his captor fastened the end of the hide rope to the stern of the canoe.  Sandy grinned.  What was about to happen would be fun for him.  In the Yukon he had learned how to take the spirit out of dogs.

He pushed off, bow foremost.  Bracing himself with his paddle he then began to pull Kazan toward the water.  In a few moments Kazan stood with his forefeet planted in the damp sand at the edge of the stream.  For a brief interval Sandy allowed the babiche to fall slack.  Then with a sudden powerful pull he jerked Kazan out into the water.  Instantly he sent the canoe into midstream, swung it quickly down with the current, and began to paddle enough to keep the babiche taut about his victim’s neck.  In spite of his sickness and injuries Kazan was now compelled to swim to keep his head above water.  In the wash of the canoe, and with Sandy’s strokes growing steadily stronger, his position became each moment one of increasing torture.  At times his shaggy head was pulled completely under water.  At others Sandy would wait until he had drifted alongside, and then thrust him under with the end of his paddle.  He grew weaker.  At the end of a half-mile he was drowning.  Not until then did Sandy pull him alongside and drag him into the canoe.  The dog fell limp and gasping in the bottom.  Brutal though Sandy’s methods had been, they had worked his purpose.  In Kazan there was no longer a desire to fight.  He no longer struggled for freedom.  He knew that this man was his master, and for the time his spirit was gone.  All he desired now was to be allowed to lie in the bottom of the canoe, out of reach of the club, and safe from the water.  The club lay between him and the man.  The end of it was within a foot or two of his nose, and what he smelled was his own blood.

For five days and five nights the journey down-stream continued, and McTrigger’s process of civilizing Kazan was continued in three more beatings with the club, and another resort to the water torture.  On the morning of the sixth day they reached Red Gold City, and McTrigger put up his tent close to the river.  Somewhere he obtained a chain for Kazan, and after fastening the dog securely back of the tent he cut off the babiche muzzle.

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