Haikus from White Fang by Jack London

From a book categorized as and 14 pages follows a description and a number of hidden haikus found in the book:

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It was made of stout
 birch-bark, and its full surface
rested on the snow.

There were the eaters
 and the eaten. The law was:

But Lip-lip had lived
 his life in camp and had fought
many puppy fights.

His hair was standing
 out all over him in tufts
where her teeth had mauled.

As he bent his head
 carelessly to smell it, White
Fang bristled slightly.

Also, the dogs ate
 one another, and also
the gods ate the dogs.

Still hidden amongst
 the trees, he paused to study
the situation.

He had long since learned
 that the gods were made angry
when their dogs were killed.

All he had to do,
 when the strange dogs came ashore,
was to show himself.

At the fort Beauty
 Smith left him securely tied
and went in to bed.

To White Fang, Beauty
 Smith was a veritable,
if terrible, god.

He struck Cherokee
 about the head savagely
again and again.

At last the time came
 that he decided to eat
the meat from the hand.

The two men shook hands.
 Then Scott looked around the room.
"Where's the wolf?" he asked.

and staggered backward.
 He dropped the whip and shielded
his throat with his arms.

And it would have gone
 hard with him had not Collie
appeared on the scene.

Nevertheless, White
 Fang was not quite satisfied
with the arrangement.

Weedon, telegraph
 at once to San Francisco
for Doctor Nichols.