Read the excerpt from The Call of the Wild.
From every hill slope came the trickle of running water, the music of unseen fountains. All things were thawing, bending, snapping. The Yukon was straining to break loose the ice that bound it down... Air-holes formed, fissures sprang and spread apart... And amid all this bursting, rending, throbbing of awakening life, under the blazing sun and through the soft-sighing breezes, like wayfarers to death, staggered the two men, the woman, and the huskies.
The imagery in this excerpt mostly appeals to the reader’s sense of
hearing.
smell.
touch.
taste.