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I found him sitting out under the moon, smoking a cheroot as usual.
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I found him sitting out under the moon, smoking a cheroot as usual.
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
I found him sitting out under the moon, smoking a cheroot as usual.
Oil on canvas
1911
dimensions unavailable
SUPP2000.1988
Destroyed Oct. 1916
known by reproduction only
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I step nearer and see a pistol under the seat and another pistol alongside him. I have a nidea o' grabing one o' them.
N.C. Wyeth
1919
"That trip with Charles was one of the happiest times in my whole life. I got acquainted with my boy in those two weeks, as I never knew him before. I found the man in him"
N.C. Wyeth
1931
The queen lounged restfully on the divan among the cushions, looking out at him under lowered lashes, like one who dreams
N.C. Wyeth
1923
Now he knew--the gods had reserved her for him! He leaped at her like a lion, shouting: "I too have found what I wanted--my share of the wealth of Asia!"
N.C. Wyeth
1931
I was scared by the report of the gun--so I clinched with the fellow and threw him out.
N.C. Wyeth
1921
"And Jan felt the throb and pulse of a giant life under him--" (Collier's Weekly, cover illustration)
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1911
When the moon arose there was silhouetted across its face the dusky figure of a war-bonneted Sioux, rifle at shoulder, aiming at one of our party. Raising my gun I fired, and the brave came crashing down the bank.
N.C. Wyeth
1916
Orlando and the Giant Ferragus
Orlando's utmost skill only availed to keep him out of the giant's clutches, but all his efforts to wound him with a sword were useless
N.C. Wyeth
1924
I ran aft to the clear space abaft the funnel, and there I found the spiggoties shtandin', holdin' a council av war. I fired into the thick av them and had five av them down when that thievin' engineer come sneakin' up behind me and shtruck me on the back av the head wit' a monkey wrench
N.C. Wyeth
1914
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
"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
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