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When he was fourteen, Michael Strogoff had killed his first bear, quite alone.
When he was fourteen, Michael Strogoff had killed his first bear, quite alone.
When he was fourteen, Michael Strogoff had killed his first bear, quite alone.
(American, 1882 - 1945)

When he was fourteen, Michael Strogoff had killed his first bear, quite alone.

Oil on canvas
1927
40 × 30 1/4 in. (101.6 × 76.8 cm)
SUPP2000.1490
Private collection
Not on view
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."
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
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.
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
Michael Strogoff, cover illustration
Michael Strogoff, cover illustration
N.C. Wyeth
1927
Michael Strogoff went forward and took her hand.
Michael Strogoff went forward and took her hand.
N.C. Wyeth
1927
Michael Strogoff / A Courier of the Czar, title page illustration
Michael Strogoff / A Courier of the Czar, title page illustration
N.C. Wyeth
1927
Michael Strogoff / A Courier of the Czar, endpaper illustration
Michael Strogoff / A Courier of the Czar, endpaper illustration
N.C. Wyeth
1927
Jonathan shot, as he walked along, and the boy, running ahead, picked up the arrows and brought them back. And when they were out of sight of the court, they went toward a rock named Ezel, accessible from the wilderness and not far from the road. There David had hidden, straining his ears for the words that might mean life or death
Jonathan shot, as he walked along, and the boy, running ahead, picked up the arrows and brought them back. And when they were out of sight of the court, they went toward a rock named Ezel, accessible from the wilderness and not far from the road. There David had hidden, straining his ears for the words that might mean life or death
N.C. Wyeth
1929
There, in a white world of mist, . . . he stood alone, fighting his battle between love for a girl and a standard of honor in the friendship of men.
There, in a white world of mist, . . . he stood alone, fighting his battle between love for a girl and a standard of honor in the friendship of men.
N.C. Wyeth
1912
"At first, for some time, I was not able to answer him one word; but as he had taken me in his arms, I held fast by him, or I should have fallen to the ground"
"At first, for some time, I was not able to answer him one word; but as he had taken me in his arms, I held fast by him, or I should have fallen to the ground"
N.C. Wyeth
1920
Michael was running on across the steppe endeavouring to gain the covert of some trees when a detachment of Tartar cavalry appeared on the right.
Michael was running on across the steppe endeavouring to gain the covert of some trees when a detachment of Tartar cavalry appeared on the right.
N.C. Wyeth
1927
Captives When the pilot chosen for the task of guiding the canoe had taken his station, the whole band plunged again into the river, the vessel glided down the current and in a few moments the captives found themselves on the south bank of the stream.
Captives When the pilot chosen for the task of guiding the canoe had taken his station, the whole band plunged again into the river, the vessel glided down the current and in a few moments the captives found themselves on the south bank of the stream.
N.C. Wyeth
1919
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.
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