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The Sailing of the Yellow Cog The breeze blew, the sail bellied, over heeled the portly vessel, and away she plunged through the smooth blue rollers.
The Sailing of the Yellow Cog The breeze blew, the sail bellied, over heeled the portly vessel, and away she plunged through the smooth blue rollers.
The Sailing of the Yellow Cog The breeze blew, the sail bellied, over heeled the portly vessel, and away she plunged through the smooth blue rollers.
(American, 1882 - 1945)

The Sailing of the Yellow Cog
The breeze blew, the sail bellied, over heeled the portly vessel, and away she plunged through the smooth blue rollers.

Alternate Title(s)
  • The Yellow Cog
Oil on canvas
1922
40 × 30 1/8 in. (101.6 × 76.5 cm)
SUPP2000.1313
Private collection
Not on view
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
Image Not Available for A gust, fiercer than any of its predecessors, heeled the Wanderer over and the lip of a comber climbed in over her counter and swept aft to the break of the poop.
A gust, fiercer than any of its predecessors, heeled the Wanderer over and the lip of a comber climbed in over her counter and swept aft to the break of the poop.
N.C. Wyeth
1923
The Golden Maiden The flames died suddenly away, and out of the vessel there sprang a wonderful image--the image of a beautiful maiden.
The Golden Maiden
The flames died suddenly away, and out of the vessel there sprang a wonderful image--the image of a beautiful maiden.
N.C. Wyeth
1912
She clung to his neck, looking up at the hot sky, then closed her eyes, for it seemed that the yellow devils of the flood were on them
She clung to his neck, looking up at the hot sky, then closed her eyes, for it seemed that the yellow devils of the flood were on them
N.C. Wyeth
1913
That endless stream across the Dubuque ferry was flowing on ahead of me, and the fast-going part of it was passing me every hour like swift schooners outstripping a slow, round-bellied Dutch square-rigger
That endless stream across the Dubuque ferry was flowing on ahead of me, and the fast-going part of it was passing me every hour like swift schooners outstripping a slow, round-bellied Dutch square-rigger
N.C. Wyeth
1921
Breeze O'Wind, Port Clyde, Maine
Breeze O'Wind, Port Clyde, Maine
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1922 / 1924
"I remember," writes Buffalo Bill, "the next day father began trading with the Indians, who were so pleased over the bargins we offered that they sent their friends back to us after they cantered away."
"I remember," writes Buffalo Bill, "the next day father began trading with the Indians, who were so pleased over the bargins we offered that they sent their friends back to us after they cantered away."
N.C. Wyeth
1916
The Passing of Robin Hood Leaning heavily against Little John's sobbing breast, Robin Hood flew his last arrow out through the window, far away into the deep green of the trees.
The Passing of Robin Hood Leaning heavily against Little John's sobbing breast, Robin Hood flew his last arrow out through the window, far away into the deep green of the trees.
N.C. Wyeth
1917
Octave plunged down the chute, leaning forward on the three huge logs chained together.
Octave plunged down the chute, leaning forward on the three huge logs chained together.
N.C. Wyeth
1920
"I'm going away," she said in tremulous defiance.
"I'm going away," she said in tremulous defiance.
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1917
Naaman's wife brought the little maid that he himself might hear her. A glow of conviction shines in her face. She knows this prophet of whom she speaks. With childish eagerness, her words tumbling over each other, she urges Naaman to implore his aid
Naaman's wife brought the little maid that he himself might hear her. A glow of conviction shines in her face. She knows this prophet of whom she speaks. With childish eagerness, her words tumbling over each other, she urges Naaman to implore his aid
N.C. Wyeth
1929
"Here they used to sit in the shade through a long lazy summer's day, talking listlessly over village gossip or telling endless sleepy stories about nothing."
"Here they used to sit in the shade through a long lazy summer's day, talking listlessly over village gossip or telling endless sleepy stories about nothing."
N.C. Wyeth
1921