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"I seek him called Splinters," she said. "I heard your story from the window. Come with me."
"I seek him called Splinters," she said. "I heard your story from the window. Come with me."
"I seek him called Splinters," she said. "I heard your story from the window. Come with me."
(American, 1882 - 1945)

"I seek him called Splinters," she said. "I heard your story from the window. Come with me."

1922
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June 1922 Ladies' Home Journal® Magazine. Used with permission of the publisher.
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At a touch from Michael's knife . . . the sword flew in splinters, and the wretch, stabbed to the heart, fell lifeless on the ground.
At a touch from Michael's knife . . . the sword flew in splinters, and the wretch, stabbed to the heart, fell lifeless on the ground.
N.C. Wyeth
1927
"Now, mark me, mine host," Sir Daniel said, "follow but mine orders and I shall be your good lord ever"
"Now, mark me, mine host," Sir Daniel said, "follow but mine orders and I shall be your good lord ever"
N.C. Wyeth
1916
When I tried with cracked lips and swollen tongue to babble of what I had witnessed, he called me a liar and threw stones at me so that I had to crawl into a crevice in the rocks to dodge the missiles.
When I tried with cracked lips and swollen tongue to babble of what I had witnessed, he called me a liar and threw stones at me so that I had to crawl into a crevice in the rocks to dodge the missiles.
N.C. Wyeth
1914
"God's light! I'll question him: ay, and wring an answer from him if I have to put a length of whipcord round his temples! Now go your way," the governor informed him
"God's light! I'll question him: ay, and wring an answer from him if I have to put a length of whipcord round his temples! Now go your way," the governor informed him
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1928
I climbed up over the bow, trying to make no noise. But Clews heard me
I climbed up over the bow, trying to make no noise. But Clews heard me
N.C. Wyeth
1919
"I know what you're thinking of, old General," says Lefty. "Your dream it was to go--when it come your time to go--"
"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 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
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
"She didn't come - she didn't come," he said over and over to himself. "She didn't come to see her old dad - and it's Christmas Day"
"She didn't come - she didn't come," he said over and over to himself. "She didn't come to see her old dad - and it's Christmas Day"
N.C. Wyeth
1914
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"I shall pray to God that your punishment shall come!"
N.C. Wyeth
1905
"One more step, Mr. Hands," said I, "and I'll blow your brains out"
"One more step, Mr. Hands," said I, "and I'll blow your brains out"
N.C. Wyeth
1911
"Howdy, Shade. I see your hunt for gold hasn't improved your manners," he said mockingly.
"Howdy, Shade. I see your hunt for gold hasn't improved your manners," he said mockingly.
N.C. Wyeth
1929
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