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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... cried, “I'd have you know I'm riding logs yet. I don't suppose you'd know a ... Bob to go into the lumber business, same as his dad was. This congressman ... Bob to grow up in the smell of the woods— same as his dad. I've always had that ...
... cried, “I'd have you know I'm riding logs yet. I don't suppose you'd know a ... Bob to go into the lumber business, same as his dad was. This congressman ... Bob to grow up in the smell of the woods— same as his dad. I've always had that ...
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... cried aloud, “I never knew anything like it! What a country to train in!” “All this lumber here is going to be sold within the next two months,” said Fox with the first approach to enthusiasm Bob had ever observed in him. “All of it ...
... cried aloud, “I never knew anything like it! What a country to train in!” “All this lumber here is going to be sold within the next two months,” said Fox with the first approach to enthusiasm Bob had ever observed in him. “All of it ...
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... Bob. “Mr. Fox and I have so much to go over this afternoon,” said he, “that I don't believe I'll have time to show ... cried Bob heartily, surprised at this mark of favour. “Come on then,” said the old riverman, “the lightning express is ...
... Bob. “Mr. Fox and I have so much to go over this afternoon,” said he, “that I don't believe I'll have time to show ... cried Bob heartily, surprised at this mark of favour. “Come on then,” said the old riverman, “the lightning express is ...
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... cried thickly. “Good ole Jim! Glad to see you! Hav' drink!” Tally nodded, and, to Bob's surprise, took his place at the bar. “Hav' 'nother!” cried Darrell. “God! I'm glad to see you! Nobody in town.” “All right,” agreed Tally ...
... cried thickly. “Good ole Jim! Glad to see you! Hav' drink!” Tally nodded, and, to Bob's surprise, took his place at the bar. “Hav' 'nother!” cried Darrell. “God! I'm glad to see you! Nobody in town.” “All right,” agreed Tally ...
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Stewart Edward White. Bob, but refused to move faster, lifting its feet ... Bob strode on vigorously. His consciousness received these things gratefully ... cried aloud; “nor I couldn't learn to do it. I sure am a dub!” He trudged on ...
Stewart Edward White. Bob, but refused to move faster, lifting its feet ... Bob strode on vigorously. His consciousness received these things gratefully ... cried aloud; “nor I couldn't learn to do it. I sure am a dub!” He trudged on ...
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