Magazine Illustrations, 1911-1920

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When I tried with cracked lips and swollen tongue to babble of what I had witnessed, he called me a liar and threw stones at me so that I had to crawl into a crevice in the rocks to dodge the missiles.

N.C. Wyeth

1914

When, next night, two horror-stricken faces peered through this doorway, the three still sat where Tsaga had left them.

N.C. Wyeth

1913

When the moon arose there was silhouetted across its face the dusky figure of a war-bonneted Sioux, rifle at shoulder, aiming at one of our party. Raising my gun I fired, and the brave came crashing down the bank.

N.C. Wyeth

1916

While the Arab, majestic in all his attitudes, smoked dreamily over his coffee-cup.

N.C. Wyeth

1912

The White Admiral of the Woods, untitled illustration

N.C. Wyeth

1919

"Who's afraid of his guns?" shouted McFarlane. "He daren't shoot in a square fight!"

N.C. Wyeth

1912

The Wicks of Macassar, untitled headpiece illustration

N.C. Wyeth

1916

Wild creatures passed him in their panic rush.

N.C. Wyeth

1913

With a Rush She Was on Her Knees before Munn, Clutching Him about the Legs . . . "He Didn't Do It! Don't Take Him! He's My Baby! He Never Harmed Anybody!"

N.C. Wyeth

1920

Without a word he began to shoot.

N.C. Wyeth

1916

Yes, 'N', He'd Let a Roar Outer Him, An' Mebbe He'd Sing, "Hail Columbia, Happy Land!"

N.C. Wyeth

1914

The Youth. Master, I shall not fail you.

N.C. Wyeth

1915

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