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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... what can I do? I can't pick up any more timber at any price. I tell you, the game is played out. We're old mossbacks; and our job is done.” “I have five hundred million feet of sugar pine in California. What do you say to going in with ...
... what can I do? I can't pick up any more timber at any price. I tell you, the game is played out. We're old mossbacks; and our job is done.” “I have five hundred million feet of sugar pine in California. What do you say to going in with ...
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... what it all meant, but he copied it and handed the result to Harvey. In a few moments Harvey returned. “Did you verify this?” he asked. “What?” Bob inquired. “Verify it, check it over, compare it,” snapped Harvey, impatiently. Bob took ...
... what it all meant, but he copied it and handed the result to Harvey. In a few moments Harvey returned. “Did you verify this?” he asked. “What?” Bob inquired. “Verify it, check it over, compare it,” snapped Harvey, impatiently. Bob took ...
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... What in blazes did you want to buy that little strip this late in the day for?” “Had to take it—on a deal,” said Fox briefly. “Why? Is it hard driving? I've never been up there. Welton saw to all that.” “It's hell. The pine's way up at ...
... What in blazes did you want to buy that little strip this late in the day for?” “Had to take it—on a deal,” said Fox briefly. “Why? Is it hard driving? I've never been up there. Welton saw to all that.” “It's hell. The pine's way up at ...
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... what kind it is, and of what quality. In that way we know just what we have and where it is. The sealers report to us every day just what has been shipped out, and what has been piled from the mill. From their reports we change the ...
... what kind it is, and of what quality. In that way we know just what we have and where it is. The sealers report to us every day just what has been shipped out, and what has been piled from the mill. From their reports we change the ...
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... what's the matter?” “The matter is that I'm no good,” said Bob evenly, and without the slightest note of complaint ... What did you do to him?” Bob told him, lightly, as though the affair might be considered humorous. The stranger became ...
... what's the matter?” “The matter is that I'm no good,” said Bob evenly, and without the slightest note of complaint ... What did you do to him?” Bob told him, lightly, as though the affair might be considered humorous. The stranger became ...
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