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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... leaned back in his office chair to examine for the hundredth time the framed photographs of logging crews, winter scenes in the forest, record loads of logs; and to speculate again on the maps, deer heads, and hunting trophies. At first ...
... leaned back in his office chair to examine for the hundredth time the framed photographs of logging crews, winter scenes in the forest, record loads of logs; and to speculate again on the maps, deer heads, and hunting trophies. At first ...
Strana
... leaned both elbows on the bar. The two conversed for a moment; then Tally nodded briefly and went out. Bob followed. This performance was repeated down the length of the street. The stagesettings varied little; same oblong, painted ...
... leaned both elbows on the bar. The two conversed for a moment; then Tally nodded briefly and went out. Bob followed. This performance was repeated down the length of the street. The stagesettings varied little; same oblong, painted ...
Strana
... leaned from the window the bigness of these things rushed into his officestarved spirit as air into a vacuum. The cold of the lake breeze entered his lungs. He drew a deep breath of it. For the first time in his short business ...
... leaned from the window the bigness of these things rushed into his officestarved spirit as air into a vacuum. The cold of the lake breeze entered his lungs. He drew a deep breath of it. For the first time in his short business ...
Strana
... leaned carelessly on his peavy. Across the vista he floated, graceful and motionless, on his way from the driving camp to the mill. Bob gave a whistle of admiration, and walked on. “I wish some of our oarsmen could see that,” he said to ...
... leaned carelessly on his peavy. Across the vista he floated, graceful and motionless, on his way from the driving camp to the mill. Bob gave a whistle of admiration, and walked on. “I wish some of our oarsmen could see that,” he said to ...
Strana
... leaned back as though for a comfortable chat. “No, you come and see me, Murdock, and state how much you've been damaged, and we'll see what we can do. Why, these little lawyers love to name things big. They'd call a sewing circle a riot ...
... leaned back as though for a comfortable chat. “No, you come and see me, Murdock, and state how much you've been damaged, and we'll see what we can do. Why, these little lawyers love to name things big. They'd call a sewing circle a riot ...
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