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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... 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 me to manufacture ...
... 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 me to manufacture ...
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... Can't seem to remember; but I must have come against some record somewhere. Didn't pay extra much attention, because I wasn't interested in that piece. Something to do with fraudulent homesteading, wasn't it?” Orde dropped his oars ...
... Can't seem to remember; but I must have come against some record somewhere. Didn't pay extra much attention, because I wasn't interested in that piece. Something to do with fraudulent homesteading, wasn't it?” Orde dropped his oars ...
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... can't.” He stopped to light the stub of a longextinct cigar. “I can't make it hard for that sort of man. So I guess we'll have to take you out of the office. Still, I promised Welton to give you a good tryout. Then, too, I'm not ...
... can't.” He stopped to light the stub of a longextinct cigar. “I can't make it hard for that sort of man. So I guess we'll have to take you out of the office. Still, I promised Welton to give you a good tryout. Then, too, I'm not ...
Strana
... Can't give me yard room any too soon. The drive'll be down next month. Plenty doing then. Damn those Dutchmen!” He spoke abstractedly, as though voicing his inner thoughts to himself, unconscious of his companion. Then he roused himself ...
... Can't give me yard room any too soon. The drive'll be down next month. Plenty doing then. Damn those Dutchmen!” He spoke abstractedly, as though voicing his inner thoughts to himself, unconscious of his companion. Then he roused himself ...
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