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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... young Pennsylvania farm boy. The protagonist escapes his overbearing step father by running away to the West with his grandmother's blessing and 'The Boone Gun', the original Kentucky rifle carried by Daniel Boone. The young man ...
... young Pennsylvania farm boy. The protagonist escapes his overbearing step father by running away to the West with his grandmother's blessing and 'The Boone Gun', the original Kentucky rifle carried by Daniel Boone. The young man ...
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... man sprawled, reading a newspaper. Bob looked about for a further door closed on an inner private office, where the weighty business must be transacted. There was none. The tall, broad, lean young man hesitated, looking about him with a ...
... man sprawled, reading a newspaper. Bob looked about for a further door closed on an inner private office, where the weighty business must be transacted. There was none. The tall, broad, lean young man hesitated, looking about him with a ...
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... boys last night, were you?” But Harvey refused to respond to frivolity ... man carries the details of four businesses in his head, he practically does the ... young cubs. If you're the son of your father, you can't be entirely a damn ...
... boys last night, were you?” But Harvey refused to respond to frivolity ... man carries the details of four businesses in his head, he practically does the ... young cubs. If you're the son of your father, you can't be entirely a damn ...
Strana
... young man sniffed it eagerly, this essence of fresh sawdust, of newcut pine, of sawlogs dripping from the water, of ... man he had seen walking across from the mill was talking rapidly through a tiny wicket, emphasizing some point on a ...
... young man sniffed it eagerly, this essence of fresh sawdust, of newcut pine, of sawlogs dripping from the water, of ... man he had seen walking across from the mill was talking rapidly through a tiny wicket, emphasizing some point on a ...
Strana
... man nodded to the bookkeeper with whom he had been talking, and turned to go out. As he passed Bob, that young man was conscious of a keen, gimlet scrutiny from the blue eyes, a scrutiny instantaneous, but which seemed to penetrate his ...
... man nodded to the bookkeeper with whom he had been talking, and turned to go out. As he passed Bob, that young man was conscious of a keen, gimlet scrutiny from the blue eyes, a scrutiny instantaneous, but which seemed to penetrate his ...
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