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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... piled the white pine held over from the season before. As Bob looked, a great, black horse appeared on one of these ... piles of lumber. Against the sky, now, the place of the elephantine black horse and the little tram cars and the man ...
... piled the white pine held over from the season before. As Bob looked, a great, black horse appeared on one of these ... piles of lumber. Against the sky, now, the place of the elephantine black horse and the little tram cars and the man ...
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... piles of the year before, and more fancifully of the balsam and spruce, the hemlock and pine of the distant forest ... piled.” They stepped abruptly, without transition, into the town. A double row of unpainted board shanties led ...
... piles of the year before, and more fancifully of the balsam and spruce, the hemlock and pine of the distant forest ... piled.” They stepped abruptly, without transition, into the town. A double row of unpainted board shanties led ...
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... piled crosswise in such a manner that the sweet currents of air eddied through the interstices between the boards and in ... pile head sat an urchin fishing, with a long bamboo pole many sizes too large for him. As Bob watched, he jerked ...
... piled crosswise in such a manner that the sweet currents of air eddied through the interstices between the boards and in ... pile head sat an urchin fishing, with a long bamboo pole many sizes too large for him. As Bob watched, he jerked ...
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... piled them skilfully, two end planks one way, and then the next tier the other, in regular alternation. They wore thick leather aprons, and square leather pieces strapped across the insides of their hands as a protection against ...
... piled them skilfully, two end planks one way, and then the next tier the other, in regular alternation. They wore thick leather aprons, and square leather pieces strapped across the insides of their hands as a protection against ...
Strana
... piles, and the plume of white steam glittering in the sun. In a moment the steam fell, and the shriek of the saw fell with it. He turned to follow the tramway, and in so doing almost bumped into Mason, the mill foreman. “They're ...
... piles, and the plume of white steam glittering in the sun. In a moment the steam fell, and the shriek of the saw fell with it. He turned to follow the tramway, and in so doing almost bumped into Mason, the mill foreman. “They're ...
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