Magazine Illustrations, 1911-1920

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"Don't! My wrist--it is cracking!" I hear Worts say

N.C. Wyeth

1919

A dozen bullets I must've pumped out and we sweeping nearer to her every second.

N.C. Wyeth

1919

Dropping one of the sage-hens I asked the man behind me to pick it up. As he was groping for it I pulled one of my Colt's revolvers, and hit him over the head. He dropped senseless. // "Wheeling about I saw that the other man, hearing the fall, had turned, his hand upon his revolver. It was no time for argument. I fired and killed him."

N.C. Wyeth

1916

East of Eastward, untitled headpiece illustration

N.C. Wyeth

1917

"Enter, madame," said the Arab to the mother, and stood aside against the open door to let her pass in

N.C. Wyeth

1912

Eseldorf was a paradise for us boys

N.C. Wyeth

1916

Even as Jim looked, two men, locked and striking furiously at each other, swayed through the opening.

N.C. Wyeth

1913

The Fight in the Peaks.

N.C. Wyeth

1912 / 1914

The first walking of Thorgunna.
Great fear fell upon them: the marrow of their back grew cold.

N.C. Wyeth

1914

For a long time the three brothers smoked on in silence.

N.C. Wyeth

1913

For an instant the three seemed to hang suspended, like some many-limbed polyp

N.C. Wyeth

1916

"For a time, there being no scouting to do," says Colonel Cody, "I drove stage between Plum Creek and Fort Kearney, with plenty of hair-raising adventures thrown in."

N.C. Wyeth

1916

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