The Call of the Wild by Jack London
Antiqued First Page

The Call of the Wild - Antiqued First Page - Jack London

This single page item is a reproduction of the first page of Jack London’s classic story, The Call of the Wild. It makes for a terrific piece to frame and decorate a study or bedroom!

The page is standard 8.5" x 11" in size and has been hand antiqued via our own unique paper aging process to achieve a look you won’t find anywhere else.

The actual page contains the following text (though please note that the formatting and font will be different as viewed on this page – see photo for exact formatting and look!):

The Call of the Wild

By Jack London

Chapter 1 – Into the Primitive

“Old longings nomadic leap,
Chafing at custom’s chain;
Again from its brumal sleep
Wakens the ferine strain.”

Buck did not read the newspapers, or he would have known that trouble was brewing, not alone for himself, but for every tide-water dog, strong of muscle and with warm, long hair, from Puget Sound to San Diego. Because men, groping in the Arctic darkness, had found a yellow metal, and because steamship and transportation companies were booming thefind, thousands of men were rushing into the Northland. These men wanted dogs, and the dogs they wanted were heavy dogs, with strong muscles by which to toil, and furry coats to protect them from the frost.

Buck lived at a big house in the sun-kissed Santa Clara Valley. Judge Miller’s place, it was called. It stood back from the road, half hidden among the trees, through which glimpses could be caught of the wide cool veranda that ran around its four sides. The house was approached by gravelled driveways which wound about through wide-spreading lawns and under the interlacing boughs of tall poplars. At the rear things were on even a more spacious scale than at the front. There were great stables, where a dozen grooms and boys held forth, rows of vine-clad servants’ cottages, an endless and orderly array of outhouses, long grape arbors, green pastures, orchards, and berry patches. Then there was the pumping plant for the artesian well, and the big cement tank where Judge Miller’s boys took their morning plunge and kept cool in the hot afternoon.


Our antiqued paper is delicately laced with a subtle hint of gold in the creases creating an almost magical look. (Although it’s difficult to catch with a camera, you can see in the image below how the shimmering is caught in the light)


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