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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... took a seat by the window, where he could look out over the smoky city and catch a glimpse of the wintry lake beyond. As nothing further occurred for some time, he removed his overcoat, and gazed about him with interest on the framed ...
... took a seat by the window, where he could look out over the smoky city and catch a glimpse of the wintry lake beyond. As nothing further occurred for some time, he removed his overcoat, and gazed about him with interest on the framed ...
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... took his seat, in company with Fox, Collins, Mason, Tally and the halfdozen active young fellows he had seen handling the scaling rules near the ships. At the men's tables the meal was consumed in a silence which Bob learned later came ...
... took his seat, in company with Fox, Collins, Mason, Tally and the halfdozen active young fellows he had seen handling the scaling rules near the ships. At the men's tables the meal was consumed in a silence which Bob learned later came ...
Strana
... took his place at the bar. “Hav' 'nother!” cried Darrell. “God! I'm glad to see you! Nobody in town.” “All right,” agreed Tally pacifically; “but let's go across the river to Dugan's and get it.” To this Darrell readily agreed. They ...
... took his place at the bar. “Hav' 'nother!” cried Darrell. “God! I'm glad to see you! Nobody in town.” “All right,” agreed Tally pacifically; “but let's go across the river to Dugan's and get it.” To this Darrell readily agreed. They ...
Strana
... took a hasty, shivering sponge bath in the crockery basin. Then he felt better in the answering glow of his healthy, straight young body; and a few moments later was prepared to enjoy a fragrant, newlit, somewhat smoky fire in the big ...
... took a hasty, shivering sponge bath in the crockery basin. Then he felt better in the answering glow of his healthy, straight young body; and a few moments later was prepared to enjoy a fragrant, newlit, somewhat smoky fire in the big ...
Strana
... took to poles laid on rough horses. The poles were old and slippery, and none too large. Bob had to walk circumspectly to stay on them at all. Shortly, however, he stepped off into the higher country of the hardwoods. Here the spring ...
... took to poles laid on rough horses. The poles were old and slippery, and none too large. Bob had to walk circumspectly to stay on them at all. Shortly, however, he stepped off into the higher country of the hardwoods. Here the spring ...
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