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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... and I don't see how I can very well get out of it, even if I wanted to. But, Welton, I'm a Riverman, and I always will be. It's in my bones. I want Bob to grow up in the smell of the woods— same as his dad. I've always had that ambition ...
... and I don't see how I can very well get out of it, even if I wanted to. But, Welton, I'm a Riverman, and I always will be. It's in my bones. I want Bob to grow up in the smell of the woods— same as his dad. I've always had that ambition ...
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... he's one of the best rivermen, the best woodsman, the best boss of men old Michigan ever turned out. He walked logs before I was born.” “Glad to know you, Mr. Orde,” said Tally, quite unmoved. V The two left Bob to his own devices. The.
... he's one of the best rivermen, the best woodsman, the best boss of men old Michigan ever turned out. He walked logs before I was born.” “Glad to know you, Mr. Orde,” said Tally, quite unmoved. V The two left Bob to his own devices. The.
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... riverman and the astonishingly thawed and rejuvenated Mr. Fox disappeared in the private office. Bob proffered a question to the busy Collins, discovered himself free until afternoon, and so went out through the office and into the ...
... riverman and the astonishingly thawed and rejuvenated Mr. Fox disappeared in the private office. Bob proffered a question to the busy Collins, discovered himself free until afternoon, and so went out through the office and into the ...
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... rivermen's boots. A round stove held the place of honour in the first room. Benches flanked the walls. At one end was a tablesink, and tin washbasins, and roller towels. The men were splashing and blowing in the plungeinallover fashion ...
... rivermen's boots. A round stove held the place of honour in the first room. Benches flanked the walls. At one end was a tablesink, and tin washbasins, and roller towels. The men were splashing and blowing in the plungeinallover fashion ...
Strana
... riverman type. He had evidently come up from the ranks. There was no general conversation. Talk confined itself ... riverman's tone, but went on. “It was a letter from a man to his son away at school. In it he lamented the good old times ...
... riverman type. He had evidently come up from the ranks. There was no general conversation. Talk confined itself ... riverman's tone, but went on. “It was a letter from a man to his son away at school. In it he lamented the good old times ...
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