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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... Once Harvey entered to point out to him an impossible N.S. Over his lists Harvey, the second bookkeeper, and Fox held long consultations. Then Bob leaned back in his office chair to examine for the hundredth time the framed photographs ...
... Once Harvey entered to point out to him an impossible N.S. Over his lists Harvey, the second bookkeeper, and Fox held long consultations. Then Bob leaned back in his office chair to examine for the hundredth time the framed photographs ...
Strana
... once to Bob. “Well, how is it?” he asked. “How did it happen?” “I don't know,” replied Bob. “I'm trying, Mr. Fox. Don't think it 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 ...
... once to Bob. “Well, how is it?” he asked. “How did it happen?” “I don't know,” replied Bob. “I'm trying, Mr. Fox. Don't think it 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 ...
Strana
... once drawn to the huge redpainted sawmill, with its very tall smokestacks, its row of water barrels along the ridge, its uncouth and separate conical sawdust burner, and its long lines of elevated tramways leading out into the lumber ...
... once drawn to the huge redpainted sawmill, with its very tall smokestacks, its row of water barrels along the ridge, its uncouth and separate conical sawdust burner, and its long lines of elevated tramways leading out into the lumber ...
Strana
... once in a small entry railed off from the main room by a breasthigh line of pickets strong enough to resist a batteringram. A man he had seen walking across from the mill was talking rapidly through a tiny wicket, emphasizing some point ...
... once in a small entry railed off from the main room by a breasthigh line of pickets strong enough to resist a batteringram. A man he had seen walking across from the mill was talking rapidly through a tiny wicket, emphasizing some point ...
Strana
... once sharply to the left and entered into earnest conversation with a pale, hatchetfaced man of thirtyfive, whom he addressed as “Collins.” In a moment he turned, beckoning Bob forward. “Here's a youngster for you, Collins,” said he ...
... once sharply to the left and entered into earnest conversation with a pale, hatchetfaced man of thirtyfive, whom he addressed as “Collins.” In a moment he turned, beckoning Bob forward. “Here's a youngster for you, Collins,” said he ...
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