Magazine Illustrations, 1911-1920

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Back and forth across it we went, twisting, straining, holding our strength, each striving to break the grip of the other's fingers on his wrist. I felt his breath upon my face, saw his cold eyes like blue fire burning me.

N.C. Wyeth

ca. 1914

Behind Simpson's dead-mule barricade we made ready for attack from the circling redskins. The carcases were soon stuck full of arrows, and Woods was winged in the shoulder.

N.C. Wyeth

1916

Behind Them Streamed the Mingled Traffic of a Road that Led to a Great City

N.C. Wyeth

1912

Boston Blackie Stories, untitled headpiece illustration

N.C. Wyeth

1914

Brigham, the most famous buffalo horse in the west.

N.C. Wyeth

1916

"But, Father, I can't go to Rob without clothes, like a beggar girl. I wish I were dead"

N.C. Wyeth

1914

But Rodney stepped back, his hand rising to his forehead in salute. "Captain Hurst," he said.

N.C. Wyeth

1913

But Sir Henry never stopped. He kept right on. When he reached the top step he braced his foot on it and gave a mighty spring and caught the Greaser around the waist and swung him clean out of the saddle.

N.C. Wyeth

1912

"But still," Logroscino stammered, "but still - this does not got to be true . . . . What kind of surgeon are you?"

N.C. Wyeth

1919

But the Parrot's big grip closed quietly around his wrist and pinioned him

N.C. Wyeth

1916

"Can't we even stay friends?" he pleaded.

N.C. Wyeth

1911

Captain Bill, Rebel, untitled headpiece illustration

N.C. Wyeth

1916

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