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When, next night, two horror-stricken faces peered through this doorway, the three still sat where Tsaga had left them.
When, next night, two horror-stricken faces peered through this doorway, the three still sat where Tsaga had left them.
When, next night, two horror-stricken faces peered through this doorway, the three still sat where Tsaga had left them.
(American, 1882 - 1945)

When, next night, two horror-stricken faces peered through this doorway, the three still sat where Tsaga had left them.

Alternate Title(s)
  • The Great Minus
Oil on canvas
1913
44 1/8 × 32 1/8 in. (112.1 × 81.6 cm)
SUPP2000.757
The Andrew and Betsy Wyeth Collection
Not on view
Image Not Available for The Fight in the Fore-top At the word three, they poured a volley into the mizzentop; pale, smoke-veiled faces withered away before it, but a volley answered them
The Fight in the Fore-top
At the word three, they poured a volley into the mizzentop; pale, smoke-veiled faces withered away before it, but a volley answered them
N.C. Wyeth
1928
Faces in the Tent (Three Faces in a Tent)
Faces in the Tent (Three Faces in a Tent)
Frank E. Schoonover
1904
They travelled all day through the ever-increasing cold, speaking but little, their faces covered from the deadly frost.
They travelled all day through the ever-increasing cold, speaking but little, their faces covered from the deadly frost.
N.C. Wyeth
1913
"As He Sat in the Doorway Looking at the Storm He Realized that He was Shaken by a Wild, Crude Lyric of Passion"
"As He Sat in the Doorway Looking at the Storm He Realized that He was Shaken by a Wild, Crude Lyric of Passion"
N.C. Wyeth
1908
The stranger, Tsaga, had appeared suddenly at the fort with neither dogs nor gun, nor anything soever save the Indian costume that he wore.
The stranger, Tsaga, had appeared suddenly at the fort with neither dogs nor gun, nor anything soever save the Indian costume that he wore.
N.C. Wyeth
1913
The Wrestling Match at the "Pied Merlin" It would have been hard that night, through the whole length of England, to set up a finer pair in face of each other.
The Wrestling Match at the "Pied Merlin"
It would have been hard that night, through the whole length of England, to set up a finer pair in face of each other.
N.C. Wyeth
1922
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
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
He glanced furtively at the faces of the four men about him.
He glanced furtively at the faces of the four men about him.
N.C. Wyeth
1904
". . . . though these folks were evidently amusing themselves, yet they maintained the gravest faces, the most mysterious silence . . . ."
". . . . though these folks were evidently amusing themselves, yet they maintained the gravest faces, the most mysterious silence . . . ."
N.C. Wyeth
1921
Would the clock never strike? Nerves were snapping, but faces gave no hint of it.
Would the clock never strike? Nerves were snapping, but faces gave no hint of it.
N.C. Wyeth
1922
Image Not Available for In ten seconds his gun was leveled in their gaping faces. "Back!" he yelled, his blue eyes black like a maniac's; "fall back!"
In ten seconds his gun was leveled in their gaping faces. "Back!" he yelled, his blue eyes black like a maniac's; "fall back!"
N.C. Wyeth
1917