After a time, White Fang heard strange noises approaching.He was quick in his classification, for he knew them at once for man-animal noises.
A few minutes later the remainder of the tribe, strung out as it was on the march, trailed in.There were more men and many women and children, forty souls of them, and all heavily burdened with camp equipage and outfit.
Also there were many dogs; and these, with the exception of the part-grown puppies, were likewise burdened with camp outfit.On their backs, in bags that fastened tightly around underneath, the dogs carried from twenty to thirty pounds of weight.
White Fang had never seen dogs before, but at sight of them he felt that they were his own kind, only somehow different.But they displayed little difference from the wolf when they discovered the cub and his mother.