The Rules of the GameRead Books Ltd, 18. 2. 2015 - Počet stran: 878 This vintage book contains Stewart Edward White’s 1910 novel, “The Rules of the Game”. A gripping drama that revolves around the corruption in the early Forest Service of Southern California, “The Rules of the Game” will appeal to those with an interest in the historical development of Californian environmental systems. It is not to be missed by fans of White’s work. Stewart Edward White (1873–1946) was an American novelist and spiritualist. Other notable works by this author include: “The Long Rifle” (1930), “Folded Hills” (1932), and “Ranchero” (1933). Many vintage texts such as this are becoming increasingly rare and expensive, and it is with this in mind that we are republishing this volume now, in an affordable, modern, high-quality edition. It comes complete with a specially commissioned new biography of the author. |
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... Orde, you confounded old scallywattamus,” remarked the man on the dufflebag, without moving, “is this your notion of meeting a train?” The oarsman moored his frail craft and stepped to the float. He was about ten years the other's ...
... Orde, you confounded old scallywattamus,” remarked the man on the dufflebag, without moving, “is this your notion of meeting a train?” The oarsman moored his frail craft and stepped to the float. He was about ten years the other's ...
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... Orde broke the momentary silence. “It's been—let's see—fifteen years, hasn't it? How's Minnesota?” “Full of ducks,” stated Welton emphatically, “and if you haven't anything but mud hens and hell divers here, I'm going to sue you for ...
... Orde broke the momentary silence. “It's been—let's see—fifteen years, hasn't it? How's Minnesota?” “Full of ducks,” stated Welton emphatically, “and if you haven't anything but mud hens and hell divers here, I'm going to sue you for ...
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... Orde & Son.” He was resting on his oars, and the duckboat drifted silently by the swaying brown reeds. Welton nodded. “I want you to take him and break him in. I'd rather have you than any one I know. You're the only one of the ...
... Orde & Son.” He was resting on his oars, and the duckboat drifted silently by the swaying brown reeds. Welton nodded. “I want you to take him and break him in. I'd rather have you than any one I know. You're the only one of the ...
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... Orde pointed out. “The property's all right, but I've some sort of notion the title is clouded.” “Why?” “Can't seem to remember; but I must have come against some record somewhere. Didn't pay extra much attention, because I wasn't ...
... Orde pointed out. “The property's all right, but I've some sort of notion the title is clouded.” “Why?” “Can't seem to remember; but I must have come against some record somewhere. Didn't pay extra much attention, because I wasn't ...
Strana
... Orde as, at the end of two days, the men thawed out in a smoking car, “ducks enough for you?” “Jack,” said Welton solemnly, “there are no ducks in Minnesota. They've all come over here. I've had the time of my life. And about that other ...
... Orde as, at the end of two days, the men thawed out in a smoking car, “ducks enough for you?” “Jack,” said Welton solemnly, “there are no ducks in Minnesota. They've all come over here. I've had the time of my life. And about that other ...
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