Complete Works of Jack London (Illustrated)
THE COMPLETE WORKS OF
JACK LONDON
(1876 - 1916)
Contents
The Novels
THE CRUISE OF THE DAZZLER
A DAUGHTER OF THE SNOWS
THE CALL OF THE WILD
THE KEMPTON-WACE LETTERS
THE SEA-WOLF
THE GAME
WHITE FANG
BEFORE ADAM
THE IRON HEEL
MARTIN EDEN
BURNING DAYLIGHT
ADVENTURE
SMOKE BELLEW
THE SCARLET PLAGUE
A SON OF THE SUN
THE ABYSMAL BRUTE
THE VALLEY OF THE MOON
THE MUTINY OF THE ELSINORE
THE STAR ROVER
THE JACKET
THE LITTLE LADY OF THE BIG HOUSE
JERRY OF THE ISLANDS
MICHAEL, BROTHER OF JERRY
HEARTS OF THREE
The Short Stories
LIST OF THE COMPLETE SHORT STORIES
The Plays
THEFT
THE ACORN-PLANTER
A WICKED WOMAN
THE BIRTH MARK
THE FIRST POET
THE RETURN OF ULYSSES--A MODERN VERSION
The Poetry
LIST OF THE COMPLETE POETRY
The Memoirs
THE ROAD
JOHN BARLEYCORN
The Non-Fiction
THE PEOPLE OF THE ABYSS
WAR OF THE CLASSES
HOW I BECAME A SOCIALIST
REVOLUTION AND OTHER ESSAYS
THE CRUISE OF THE SNARK
WHAT COMMUNITIES LOSE BY THE COMPETITIVE SYSTEM
THE HUMAN DRIFT
THE STORY OF AN EYEWITNESS
EDITORIAL CRIMES – A PROTEST
THE FUTURE OF WAR
MEXICO’S ARMY AND OURS
A LETTER TO HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN & CO.
A LETTER TO WOMAN’S HOME COMPANION
PHENOMENA OF LITERARY EVOLUTION
AGAIN THE LITERARY ASPIRANT
THE RED GAME OF WAR
WITH FUNSTON’S MEN
STALKING THE PESTILENCE
THE TROUBLE MAKERS OF MEXICO
LAWGIVERS
OUR ADVENTURES IN TAMPICO
HOUSEKEEPING IN THE KLONDIKE
The Biography
BOOK OF JACK LONDON By Charmian London
© Delphi Classics 2012
Version 2
THE COMPLETE WORKS OF
JACK LONDON
The Novels
London’s birthplace, Third Street, San Francisco-the original house on this site was destroyed in a fire in 1906
THE CRUISE OF THE DAZZLER
This is London’s first full-length novel, which was published in 1902. Set in old San FranciscoBay, the story concerns a young man who becomes involved with “oyster pirates” making raids on commercial oyster beds.
The first edition
CONTENTS
FOREWORD
PART I
CHAPTER I
CHAPTER II
CHAPTER III
CHAPTER IV
CHAPTER V
CHAPTER VI
CHAPTER VII
PART II
CHAPTER VIII
CHAPTER IX
CHAPTER X
CHAPTER XI
CHAPTER XII
CHAPTER XIII
CHAPTER XIV
CHAPTER XV
CHAPTER XVI
CHAPTER XVII
CHAPTER XVIII
CHAPTER XIX
CHAPTER XX
CHAPTER XXI
FOREWORD
Tempting boys to be what they should be — giving them in wholesome form what they want — that is the purpose and power of Scouting. To help parents and leaders of youth secure books boys like best that are also best for boys, the Boy Scouts of America organized EVERY BOY’S LIBRARY. The books included, formerly sold at prices ranging from $1.50 to $2.00 but, by special arrangement with the several publishers interested, are now sold in the EVERY BOY’S LIBRARY Edition at $1.00 per volume.
The books of EVERY BOY’S LIBRARY were selected by the Library Commission of the Boy Scouts of America, consisting of George F. Bowerman, Librarian, Public Library of the District of Columbia; Harrison W. Craver, Director, Engineering Societies Library, New York City; Claude G. Leland, Superintendent, Bureau of Libraries, Board of Education, New York City; Edward F. Stevens, Librarian, Pratt Institute Free Library, Brooklyn, N.Y., and Franklin K. Mathiews, Chief Scout Librarian. Only such books were chosen by the Commission as proved to be, by a nation wide canvas, most in demand by the boys themselves. Their popularity is further attested by the fact that in the EVERY BOY’S LIBRARY Edition, more than a million and a quarter copies of these books have already been sold.
We know so well, are reminded so often of the worth of the good book and great, that too often we fail to observe or understand the influence for good of a boy’s recreational reading. Such books may influence him for good or ill as profoundly as his play activities, of which they are a vital part. The needful thing is to find stories in which the heroes have the characteristics boys so much admire — unquenchable courage, immense resourcefulness, absolute fidelity, conspicuous greatness. We believe the books of EVERY BOY’S LIBRARY measurably well meet this challenge.
BOY SCOUTS OF AMERICA,
James E. West
Chief Scout Executive.
PART I
CHAPTER I
BROTHER AND SISTER
They ran across the shining sand, the Pacific thundering its long surge at their backs, and when they gained the roadway leaped upon bicycles and dived at faster pace into the green avenues of the park. There were three of them, three boys, in as many bright-colored sweaters, and they “scorched” along the cycle-path as dangerously near the speed-limit as is the custom of boys in bright-colored sweaters to go. They may have exceeded the speed-limit. A mounted park policeman thought so, but was not sure, and contented himself with cautioning them as they flashed by. They acknowledged the warning promptly, and on the next turn of the path as promptly forgot it, which is also a custom of boys in bright-colored sweaters.
Shooting out through the entrance to Golden GatePark, they turned into San Francisco, and took the long sweep of the descending hills at a rate that caused pedestrians to turn and watch them anxiously. Through the city streets the bright sweaters flew, turning and twisting to escape climbing the steeper hills, and, when the steep hills were unavoidable, doing stunts to see which would first gain the top.
The boy who more often hit up the pace, led the scorching, and instituted the stunts was called Joe by his companions. It was “follow the leader,” and he led, the merriest and boldest in the bunch. But as they pedaled into the Western Addition, among the large and comfortable residences, his laughter became less loud and frequent, and he unconsciously lagged in the rear. At Laguna and Vallejo streets his companions turned off to the right.
“So long, Fred,” he called as he turned his wheel to the left. “So long, Charley.”
“See you to-night!” they called back.
“No — I can’t come,” he answered.
“Aw, come on,” they begged.
“No, I’ve got to dig. — So long!”
As he went on alone, his face grew grave and a vague worry came into his eyes. He began resolutely to whistle, but this dwindled away till it was a thin and very subdued little sound, which ceased altogether as he rode up the driveway to a large two-storied house.
“Oh, Joe!”
He hesitated before the door to the library. Bessie was there, he knew, studiously working up her lessons. She must be nearly through with them, too, for she was always done before dinner, and dinner could not be many minutes away. As for his lessons, they were as yet untouched. The thought made him angry. It was bad enough to have one’s sister — and two years younger at that — in the same grade, but to have her continually head and shoulders above him in scholarship was a most intolerable thing.
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