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N. C. Wyeth Catalogue Raisonné
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Magazine Illustrations, 1911-1920
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Magazine Illustrations, 1911-1920
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I found him sitting out under the moon, smoking a cheroot as usual.
N.C. Wyeth
1911
"If there is such a thing as justice or right anywhere, here or in some other world, that old man has a lot coming to him," said Cushions reverently
N.C. Wyeth
1914
I had half seen how he had rested his elbow on the hedge and carried his head to one side when he fired that first shot.
N.C. Wyeth
1911
I had many friends among professional thieves. From the very first I had been "right"
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1913
I implore you not to move.
N.C. Wyeth
1915
"I know what you're thinking of, old General," says Lefty. "Your dream it was to go--when it come your time to go--"
N.C. Wyeth
1919
"I left the two there together, both crying. She went West that night, and Dayton Tom was never the same man afterward"
N.C. Wyeth
1914
I look up for my land and see instead something like a bird playing tag against the moonshine
N.C. Wyeth
1919
"I'm going away," she said in tremulous defiance.
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1917
I'm just going to swing the light away from the coal bin when I spy the lock on the door of it
N.C. Wyeth
1919
In a single flash four paddles struck the water, and the two canoes shot bow and bow up the stream
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1911
In imagination she could hear the rattling of drums, the ring of bugles, the low thunder of rumbling batteries.
N.C. Wyeth
1912
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