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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... things in the past history of Michigan's industries, and big things in the vague, large life of the Northwest. Therefore, he was considerably surprised, on finding the firm's Adams Street offices, to observe their comparative ...
... things in the past history of Michigan's industries, and big things in the vague, large life of the Northwest. Therefore, he was considerably surprised, on finding the firm's Adams Street offices, to observe their comparative ...
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... things? I see you're busy.” “Yes, we're busy,” replied the man, “and we'll keep busy.” “Everything going all right?” “Pretty good. Poor lot of men this year. A good many of the old men haven't showed up this year—some sort of pullout to ...
... things? I see you're busy.” “Yes, we're busy,” replied the man, “and we'll keep busy.” “Everything going all right?” “Pretty good. Poor lot of men this year. A good many of the old men haven't showed up this year—some sort of pullout to ...
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... Things going well?” “Damn poor,” admitted Tally frankly. “That is to say, the Whitefish branch is off. There's trouble with the men. They're a mixed lot. Then there's old Meadows. He's assertin' his heavenborn rights some more. It's all ...
... Things going well?” “Damn poor,” admitted Tally frankly. “That is to say, the Whitefish branch is off. There's trouble with the men. They're a mixed lot. Then there's old Meadows. He's assertin' his heavenborn rights some more. It's all ...
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... things gratefully, and yet he was more occupied with a sense of physical joy and harmony with the world of outofdoors than with an analysis of its components. At one point, however, he paused. The hardwoods had risen over a low hill ...
... things gratefully, and yet he was more occupied with a sense of physical joy and harmony with the world of outofdoors than with an analysis of its components. At one point, however, he paused. The hardwoods had risen over a low hill ...
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... things being right.” “Of course not,” said Bob steadily. “You just need more training,” went on Collins with some vague idea of being kind to this helpless, attractive young fellow. “I learned under Harry Thorpe that results is all a ...
... things being right.” “Of course not,” said Bob steadily. “You just need more training,” went on Collins with some vague idea of being kind to this helpless, attractive young fellow. “I learned under Harry Thorpe that results is all a ...
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