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Baree, Son of Kazan by James Oliver Curwood
"Baree, Son of Kazan" by James Oliver Curwood is a novel written in the early 20th century. This story continues the journey from Curwood's earlier works, venturing into the life of Baree, an extraordinary half-wolf, half-dog lineage. The narrative unfolds against the backdrop of the Canadian wilderness, exploring themes of nature, survival, and identity as Baree navigates his existence after his mother, Gray Wolf, and father, Kazan, have established their perilous lives. At the start of the story, we are introduced to Baree during his early days in a dark cavern, nurtured by his blind mother, Gray Wolf. As Baree gradually opens his eyes to the world, his curiosity about his father Kazan begins to illuminate his life. The opening chapters depict Baree's initial struggles, including an encounter with the larger, intimidating forces of nature like bears and owls, which shape his understanding of the wilderness. As he discovers his instincts and strength, Baree embarks on his journey of growth amid the challenges and mysteries of the wild, signifying a transition from dependency to self-sufficiency.
Summary
To Baree, for many days after he was born, the world was a vast gloomy cavern.
During these first days of his life his home was in the heart of a great windfall where Gray Wolf, his blind mother, had found a safe nest for his babyhood, and to which Kazan, her mate, came only now and then, his eyes gleaming like strange balls of greenish fire in the darkness. It was Kazan¡¯s eyes that gave to Baree his first impression of something existing away from his mother¡¯s side, and they brought to him also his discovery of vision. He could feel, he could smell, he could hear?but in that black pit under the fallen timber he had never seen until the eyes came. At first they frightened him; then they puzzled him, and his fear changed to an immense curiosity. He would be looking straight at them, when all at once they would disappear.
Contents
CHAPTER I. To Baree, for many days after he was born
CHAPTER II. And it was a wonderful world
CHAPTER III. To Papayuchisew, after his first mouthful of water
CHAPTER IV. When Baree ventured forth from under his rock
CHAPTER V. As the Willow pulled the trigger of her rifle
CHAPTER VI. Baree¡¯s fight with Oohoomisew was good medicine
CHAPTER VII. For two or three days Baree¡¯s excursions after food took
CHAPTER VIII. As Nepeese gazed about the rock-walled
CHAPTER IX. Impelled by the wild alarm of the Willow¡¯s terrible cries
CHAPTER X. Just as in the life of every man there is one big
CHAPTER XI. While lovely Nepeese was shuddering over
CHAPTER XII. Half an hour later Rush McTaggart¡¯s fire
CHAPTER XIII. From the window, her face screened
CHAPTER XIV. From the edge of the open Pierrot saw
CHAPTER XV. For a long time after Pierrot left them
CHAPTER XVI. It was the beginning of August
CHAPTER XVII. Back to Lac Bain, late in September
CHAPTER XVIII. No longer, as in the days of old
CHAPTER XIX. At the cabin on the Gray Loon
CHAPTER XX. The Willow¡¯s back was toward the door
CHAPTER XXI. During that terrible space which followed
CHAPTER XXII. A moment later the Factor from Lac Bain
CHAPTER XXIII. No man has ever looked clearly into the mystery of death
CHAPTER XXIV. It was early in August when Baree left
CHAPTER XXV. The trap-line of Pierre Eustach ran thirty miles
CHAPTER XXVI. By the middle of January
CHAPTER XXVII. The next morning Bush McTaggart heard
CHAPTER XXVIII. Jim Carvel held out his hand
CHAPTER XXIX. Baree was on his feet, rigid as hewn rock
CHAPTER XXX. A strange humour possessed Carvel as he began
CHAPTER XXXI. That night there was a new campfire in the open