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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... walked directly into a large apartment, furnished as simply, with another safe, a typewriter, several chairs, and a large rolltop desk. At the latter a man sprawled, reading a newspaper. Bob looked about for a further door closed on an ...
... walked directly into a large apartment, furnished as simply, with another safe, a typewriter, several chairs, and a large rolltop desk. At the latter a man sprawled, reading a newspaper. Bob looked about for a further door closed on an ...
Strana
... 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.
... 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.
Strana
... walked along the high, narrow platform overlooking the water front and the lading of the ships. Soon the trestles widened, the tracks diverging like the fingers of a hand on the broad front to the second story of the mill. Mason said ...
... walked along the high, narrow platform overlooking the water front and the lading of the ships. Soon the trestles widened, the tracks diverging like the fingers of a hand on the broad front to the second story of the mill. Mason said ...
Strana
... walked rapidly by the respectable business blocks, but pushed into the first of the unkempt frame saloons beyond. Bob followed close at his heels. He found himself in a cheap barroom, its paint and varnish scarred and marred, its floor ...
... walked rapidly by the respectable business blocks, but pushed into the first of the unkempt frame saloons beyond. Bob followed close at his heels. He found himself in a cheap barroom, its paint and varnish scarred and marred, its floor ...
Strana
... walked together down a side street to a long wooden bridge. This rested on wooden piers shaped upstream like the prow of a ram in order to withstand the battering of the logs. It was a very long bridge. Beneath it the swift current of ...
... walked together down a side street to a long wooden bridge. This rested on wooden piers shaped upstream like the prow of a ram in order to withstand the battering of the logs. It was a very long bridge. Beneath it the swift current of ...
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