White Fang
Read White Fang by Jack London in French and English, a parallel text graded reader with audio. Available in CEFR levels A2, B1, B2, and C2.
About this book
Two men haul a coffin across the frozen North on a birch-bark sled, low on ammunition, ringed each night by gleaming eyes suspended in the blackness at the edge of their fire. A she-wolf with a strange reddish coat trots calmly onto the trail behind them, studies them with a wistfulness "bred of hunger, as cruel as its own fangs," and vanishes the instant a rifle rises. So Jack London opens White Fang: with the Wild itself as a presence, an old law that aims always to destroy movement, because life, to the Wild, is an offence.
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Une sombre forêt de sapins se dressait des deux côtés de la rivière gelée.
Dark spruce forest stood on both sides of the frozen river.
Un vent récent avait enlevé le givre blanc des arbres.
A recent wind had blown the white frost off the trees.
Maintenant, ils semblaient se pencher l’un vers l’autre, noirs et effrayants, dans la lumière qui baissait.
Now they seemed to lean toward each other, black and frightening, in the fading light.
Un énorme silence couvrait la terre.
A huge silence covered the land.
La terre elle-même était vide, morte et immobile.
The land itself was empty, dead and still.
Il y faisait si froid et elle était si solitaire qu’elle n’avait même pas l’air triste.
It was so cold and lonely that it did not even feel sad.
Il y avait dans ce silence quelque chose comme un rire, mais c’était pire que toute tristesse.
There was something like laughter in it, but it was worse than any sadness.
History
- Written by Jack London in English
- Adapted by Line by Line Publishing in 2026