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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... Trail. The Long Rifle (1930), Folded Hills (1932), Ranchero (1933). and Stampede (1942) comprise The Saga of Andy Burnett, which follows a young Pennsylvania farm boy. The protagonist escapes his overbearing step father by running away ...
... Trail. The Long Rifle (1930), Folded Hills (1932), Ranchero (1933). and Stampede (1942) comprise The Saga of Andy Burnett, which follows a young Pennsylvania farm boy. The protagonist escapes his overbearing step father by running away ...
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... Trail. He did not know whither he was bound; but here at last was a travelled way. It was a brilliant blue and gold morning, the air crisp, the sun warm. The trail led him first across a stretch of stumpdotted wet land with pools and ...
... Trail. He did not know whither he was bound; but here at last was a travelled way. It was a brilliant blue and gold morning, the air crisp, the sun warm. The trail led him first across a stretch of stumpdotted wet land with pools and ...
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... Trail here 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 ...
... Trail here 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 ...
Strana
... Trail, descended a slope, pushed his way through a thicket of tamaracks growing out from wire grass and puddles, and found himself on the shores of a round lake. It was a small body of water, completely surrounded by tall, dead brown ...
... Trail, descended a slope, pushed his way through a thicket of tamaracks growing out from wire grass and puddles, and found himself on the shores of a round lake. It was a small body of water, completely surrounded by tall, dead brown ...
Strana
... Trail. Where the path finally came out on the banks of the river, he sat down and delivered himself over to the gloomiest of reflections. He was aroused finally by a hearty greeting from behind him. He turned without haste, surprise or ...
... Trail. Where the path finally came out on the banks of the river, he sat down and delivered himself over to the gloomiest of reflections. He was aroused finally by a hearty greeting from behind him. He turned without haste, surprise or ...
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