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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... of your father, you can't be entirely a damn fool. If it's the college education, that will probably wear off in time. Anyhow, I think I'll take you up to the mill. You can try the office there. Collins is easy to get.
... of your father, you can't be entirely a damn fool. If it's the college education, that will probably wear off in time. Anyhow, I think I'll take you up to the mill. You can try the office there. Collins is easy to get.
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... mill office,” replied Bob. “Oh!” the other commiserated him. Then with an effort to see the best side, “Still you could hardly expect to jump right into the head office at first. I didn't much think you could hold down a job here. You ...
... mill office,” replied Bob. “Oh!” the other commiserated him. Then with an effort to see the best side, “Still you could hardly expect to jump right into the head office at first. I didn't much think you could hold down a job here. You ...
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... mill. From the exhaust of the mill's engine a jet of white steam shot up sparkling. Close on its apparition sounded the exultant, highkeyed shriek of the saw. It ceased abruptly. Then Bob became conscious of a heavy rud, thud of mill ...
... mill. From the exhaust of the mill's engine a jet of white steam shot up sparkling. Close on its apparition sounded the exultant, highkeyed shriek of the saw. It ceased abruptly. Then Bob became conscious of a heavy rud, thud of mill ...
Strana
... mill 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 ...
... mill 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 ...
Strana
... mill foreman. He has charge of all the sawing, and is a mighty good man. You'll see more of him.” The speaker opened a gate in the picket railing and stepped inside. A long shelf desk, at which were high stools, backed up against the ...
... mill foreman. He has charge of all the sawing, and is a mighty good man. You'll see more of him.” The speaker opened a gate in the picket railing and stepped inside. A long shelf desk, at which were high stools, backed up against the ...
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