Question

Like the rest of the novel, the above excerpt is written from third-person point of view. Rewrite the excerpt, using first-person point of view instead, with Buck as your narrator. Think about how the event might be told differently through the eyes of Buck. Make sure that you use descriptive words and phrases that create a visual image for the reader, just as Jack London did in the original.

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Buck made no effort. He lay quietly where he had fallen. The lash bit into him again and again, but he neither whined nor struggled... This was the first time Buck had failed, in itself a sufficient reason to drive Hal into a rage. He exchanged the whip for the customary club. Buck refused to move under the rain of heavier blows which now fell upon him. Like his mates, he was barely able to get up, but unlike them, he had made up his mind not to get up. He had a vague feeling of impending doom. This had been strong upon him when he pulled in to the bank, and it had not departed from him. What of the thin and rotten ice he had felt under his feet all day, it seemed that he sensed disaster close at hand...

So greatly he had suffered, and so far gone was he, that the blows did not hurt much. And as they continued to fall upon him, the spark of life within flickered and went down. It was nearly out. He felt strangely numb... And then suddenly, without warning, uttering a cry that was inarticulate and more like the cry of an animal, John Thornton sprang upon the man who wielded the club.

Answer 1

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Answer 2

We can rewrite the excerpt, using first-person point of view instead, with Buck as the narrator as follows;

How to rewrite the excerpt

The whip cracked like a gunshot, tearing through the icy air and finding its way across my raw, aching back. I flinched, the sting sharp as a snapped bone, but I stayed down. No whine, no snarl escaped my throat.

Hal's rage was a red haze, hot and thick as the blood dripping from my wounds. The whip traded for the club, a heavier, uglier beast with teeth of iron. Blows rained down, each one a hammer against a frozen pond, shattering the ice of my will.

My muscles screamed, legs buckling under the weight, but I wouldn't rise. This was a silent surrender to the icy whispers that had haunted me all day, the premonition of something black and bitter just around the bend.