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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
How Many Millions One Can Only Guess
Alternate Title(s)
Bison Herd
Oil on canvas
1905
16 1/4 × 36 in. (41.3 × 91.4 cm)
SUPP2000.473
National Museum of Wildlife Art, Jackson, Wyoming
Not on view
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From his father Charles August learned one golden truth--no degree of adversity can conquer the unconquerable
N.C. Wyeth
1931
"There was only one to whom the rain had not brought blessing, and that was Plunkett"
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1912
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
"Joe, I'm Going to Cut that Whole Forty Million We Have Left"
N.C. Wyeth
1908
Raid on a Sand-Swallow Colony--"How Many Eggs?"
Winslow Homer
1874
You Can Be Sure of One Thing, If There Are Fantastic Weapons, They'll Be Heavy
John Groth
1953
"Quiscanto vascamo mirajjar," which is Yunzano for "I am satisfied, I can now die happy."
N.C. Wyeth
1915
The boyhood of C. A. Lindbergh yields many clues to his personality as a man
N.C. Wyeth
1931
"Can Ye Talk Yet, Mr. Beresford?"
N.C. Wyeth
1905
The story of the battle upon the tumbling decks of the Nathan Ross was to be retold at many a gam upon the whaling-grounds.
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1919
--A careless, strong willful white man who had lived the Indian life for many years--
N.C. Wyeth
1908
Alleyne's ride with a message for the Prince He was dizzy, sick, faint, but he must not die, and he must not tarry, for his life meant many lives that day.
N.C. Wyeth
1922
