The Law of Life

Our story today is called "The Law of Life."  It was written by Jack London. Here is Shep O'Neal with the story.

STORYTELLER:  The old Indian was sitting on the snow. It was Koskoosh, former chief of his tribe. Now, all he could do was sit and listen to the others. His eyes were old.  He could not see, but his ears were wide open to every sound.

"Aha." That was the sound of his daughter, Sit-cum-to-ha.  She was beating the dogs, trying to make them stand in front of the snow sleds.  He was forgotten by her, and by the others, too. They had to look for new hunting grounds. The long, snowy ride waited. The days of the northlands were growing short. The tribe could not wait for death. Koskoosh was dying.

The stiff, crackling noises of frozen animal skins told him that the chief's tent was being torn down. The chief was a mighty hunter. He was his son, the son of Koskoosh.  Koskoosh was being left to die.

 

جهت مشاهده داستان به ادامه مطلب مراجعه کنید

با سلام.به دنیای لوکس بلاگ و وبلاگ جدید خود خوش آمدید.هم اکنون میتوانید از امکانات شگفت انگیز لوکس بلاگ استفاده نمایید و مطالب خود را ارسال نمایید.شما میتوانید قالب و محیط وبلاگ خود را از مدیریت وبلاگ تغییر دهید.با فعالیت در لوکس بلاگ هر روز منتظر مسابقات مختلف و جوایز ویژه باشید.
در صورت نیاز به راهنمایی و پشتیبانی از قسمت مدیریت با ما در ارتباط باشید.برای حفظ زیبابی وبلاگ خود میتوانید این پیام را حذف نمایید.امیدواریم لحظات خوبی را در لوکس بلاگ سپری نمایید...