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 50
Strana
... isn't that. But it's new to me, and I can't seem to get the hang of it right away.” “I see. How long you been here?” “A little over four months.” Fox swung back in his chair leisurely. “You must see you're not fair to Harvey,” he ...
... isn't that. But it's new to me, and I can't seem to get the hang of it right away.” “I see. How long you been here?” “A little over four months.” Fox swung back in his chair leisurely. “You must see you're not fair to Harvey,” he ...
Strana
... isn't the same responsibility there.” In the buffeting of humiliation Bob could not avoid a fleeting inner smile over this last remark. Responsibility! In this sleepy, quiet backwater of a tenthfloor office, full of infinite little ...
... isn't the same responsibility there.” In the buffeting of humiliation Bob could not avoid a fleeting inner smile over this last remark. Responsibility! In this sleepy, quiet backwater of a tenthfloor office, full of infinite little ...
Strana
... isn't much—too oldfashioned. We saw with 'circulars' instead of bandsaws. Not like our Minnesota mills. We bought the plant as it stands. Still we turn out a pretty good cut every day, and it has to be run out and piled.” They stepped ...
... isn't much—too oldfashioned. We saw with 'circulars' instead of bandsaws. Not like our Minnesota mills. We bought the plant as it stands. Still we turn out a pretty good cut every day, and it has to be run out and piled.” They stepped ...
Strana
... isn't it? I paid you for it, didn't I? Well, go find it! You can have it!” He tramped vigorously back toward the main street, a grotesque figure with his redbrown hair tumbled over his white, nervous countenance of the pointed chin ...
... isn't it? I paid you for it, didn't I? Well, go find it! You can have it!” He tramped vigorously back toward the main street, a grotesque figure with his redbrown hair tumbled over his white, nervous countenance of the pointed chin ...
Strana
... isn't that,” said Bob; “but I want to get some air today. I'm not used to being in an office. I want to steal a hunk of bread, and a few of your good doughnuts and a slice of cheese for breakfast and lunch.” “A cup of hot coffee would ...
... isn't that,” said Bob; “but I want to get some air today. I'm not used to being in an office. I want to steal a hunk of bread, and a few of your good doughnuts and a slice of cheese for breakfast and lunch.” “A cup of hot coffee would ...
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