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. |
Vyhledávání v knize
Výsledky 1-5 z 81
Strana
... horse appeared on one of these aerial tramways, silhouetted against the sky. The beast moved accurately, his head held low against his chest, his feet lifted and planted with care. Behind him rumbled a whole train of little cars each ...
... horse appeared on one of these aerial tramways, silhouetted against the sky. The beast moved accurately, his head held low against his chest, his feet lifted and planted with care. Behind him rumbled a whole train of little cars each ...
Strana
... distance, lost as in a maze among the streets and byways of this tenantless city. Once he stepped aside to give passage to the great horse, or one like him, and his train of little cars. The man driving nodded to him. V V.
... distance, lost as in a maze among the streets and byways of this tenantless city. Once he stepped aside to give passage to the great horse, or one like him, and his train of little cars. The man driving nodded to him. V V.
Strana
... horse's head and began to beat the animal with his whip. The horse, startled, bounded forward. The buggy jerked. Darrell sat down violently, but was at once on his feet, plying the whip. The crazed man and the crazed horse disappeared ...
... horse's head and began to beat the animal with his whip. The horse, startled, bounded forward. The buggy jerked. Darrell sat down violently, but was at once on his feet, plying the whip. The crazed man and the crazed horse disappeared ...
Strana
... horse,” said Bob. “He pays,” yawned the other. At the end of the halfhour the liveryman dove into his office for a coat, which he put on. This indicated that he contemplated exercising in the sun instead of sitting still in the shade ...
... horse,” said Bob. “He pays,” yawned the other. At the end of the halfhour the liveryman dove into his office for a coat, which he put on. This indicated that he contemplated exercising in the sun instead of sitting still in the shade ...
Strana
... horse, high in the air, bending his great shoulders to the starting of his little train of cars. Not knowing what else to do, Bob sauntered to the office. It was locked and dark. He returned to the boarding house, and sat down in the ...
... horse, high in the air, bending his great shoulders to the starting of his little train of cars. Not knowing what else to do, Bob sauntered to the office. It was locked and dark. He returned to the boarding house, and sat down in the ...
Obsah
PART THREE | |
IV | |
V | |
VI | |
VII | |
VIIIIXXXI XII | |
XIII | |
XIV | |
XV | |
XVI | |
XVII | |
XVIII | |
XIX | |
XX | |
XXI | |
XXII | |
XXIII | |
XXIV | |
XXV | |
PART FOUR | |
PART FIVE | |
IV | |
V | |
XVIII | |
XIX | |
XX | |
XXI | |
XXII | |
XXIII | |
XXVI | |
XXVII | |
XXVIII | |
XXIX | |
XXX | |
XXXI | |
XXXII | |
XXXIII | |
XXXIV | |
XXXV | |
XXXVI | |
XXXVII | |
XXXVIII | |
XXXIX | |
XL | |
Další vydání - Zobrazit všechny
Běžně se vyskytující výrazy a sousloví
ain’t asked Bob Baker blue Bob found Bob looked Bob saw Bob’s boys buckboard California John camp can’t cañon cattle caught Charley Morton couldn’t course cried Bob didn’t drive dropped Elliott eyes face feet fire followed forest forward George Pollock going grinned guess hand he’s head Henry Plant horse I’ve isn’t Jack Pollock Jim Pollock knew land laughed leaned logs lumber matter meadow Merker mill mountain never nodded Oldham once Orde pile pine Plant ranger ride river riverman road Roaring Dick rode Ross Fletcher saddle Saleratus Bill Samuels seemed side smoke sort stared stood stream Supervisor sure talk Tally tell There’s they’re things Thorne thought timber tiny told Tom Carroll tomorrow took trail trees turned walked Ware we’ll we’ve Welton What’s Wolverine won’t you’ll you’re young man’s