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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... Welton threw aboard his dufflebag, and, with a dexterity marvellous in one apparently so unwieldy, stepped in astern. Orde grinned. “Haven't forgotten how to ride a log, I reckon?” he commented. Welton exploded. “Look here, you little ...
... Welton threw aboard his dufflebag, and, with a dexterity marvellous in one apparently so unwieldy, stepped in astern. Orde grinned. “Haven't forgotten how to ride a log, I reckon?” he commented. Welton exploded. “Look here, you little ...
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... 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 outsiders who stayed by the Big Jam,” Orde continued. “Don't try to favour him—that's no favour. If he doesn't ...
... 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 outsiders who stayed by the Big Jam,” Orde continued. “Don't try to favour him—that's no favour. If he doesn't ...
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... Welton drew last choice, and was commiserated on his bad fortune. No one offered to give way to the guest, however. On this point the rules of the Club were inflexible. Luckily the weather changed. It turned cold; the wind blew a gale ...
... Welton drew last choice, and was commiserated on his bad fortune. No one offered to give way to the guest, however. On this point the rules of the Club were inflexible. Luckily the weather changed. It turned cold; the wind blew a gale ...
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... Welton's office partner, left home directly after Thanksgiving. He had heard much of Welton & Fox in the past, both from his father and his father's associates. The firm name meant to him big things in the past history of Michigan's ...
... Welton's office partner, left home directly after Thanksgiving. He had heard much of Welton & Fox in the past, both from his father and his father's associates. The firm name meant to him big things in the past history of Michigan's ...
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... Welton!” he cried, “when did you get in and where did you come from?” “Just now, Jim,” Welton answered. “Dropped off at the tank, and walked down to see how the river work was coming on.” XII Toward dusk Welton entered the boarding ...
... Welton!” he cried, “when did you get in and where did you come from?” “Just now, Jim,” Welton answered. “Dropped off at the tank, and walked down to see how the river work was coming on.” XII Toward dusk Welton entered the boarding ...
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