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Image Not Available for He waved his hand indefinitely toward the valley that lay at their feet.
He waved his hand indefinitely toward the valley that lay at their feet.
Image Not Available for He waved his hand indefinitely toward the valley that lay at their feet.
(American, 1882 - 1945)

He waved his hand indefinitely toward the valley that lay at their feet.

Oil on canvas
1913
40 × 32 in. (101.6 × 81.3 cm)
SUPP2000.1741
Private collection
Not on view
The Renegade Monk "By the black rood of Waltham!" he roared, "if any knave among you lays a finger-end upon the edge of my gown, I will crush his skull like a filbert!"
The Renegade Monk
"By the black rood of Waltham!" he roared, "if any knave among you lays a finger-end upon the edge of my gown, I will crush his skull like a filbert!"
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
In the ancient two-cylinder tug which he had acquired Fanning waved cheerily at a trainman, and at that identical moment the broker got a tail hold on an inspiration
In the ancient two-cylinder tug which he had acquired Fanning waved cheerily at a trainman, and at that identical moment the broker got a tail hold on an inspiration
N.C. Wyeth
1915
The ball, speeding from under the animals' feet, had rolled straight toward the goal.
The ball, speeding from under the animals' feet, had rolled straight toward the goal.
N.C. Wyeth
1904
He staggered to his feet and gazed wildly about him
He staggered to his feet and gazed wildly about him
N.C. Wyeth
1907
"He rose to his feet and flung the six pounds of powerful explosive far out into the great snow comb."
"He rose to his feet and flung the six pounds of powerful explosive far out into the great snow comb."
N.C. Wyeth
1906
He spread his sail of pandanus leaves and headed back toward New Caledonia
He spread his sail of pandanus leaves and headed back toward New Caledonia
N.C. Wyeth
1916
Just as the baby's feet cleared the ground Padfoot leaped into the air and buried his teeth into the feathers of his old enemy.
Just as the baby's feet cleared the ground Padfoot leaped into the air and buried his teeth into the feathers of his old enemy.
N.C. Wyeth
1923
Suddenly the restful quiet of the morning was broken by Pablo. . . . Gray paused in the middle of a sentence and with Morgan and Jo started for the gate. Bill dropped his paper and got to his feet (left side)
Suddenly the restful quiet of the morning was broken by Pablo. . . . Gray paused in the middle of a sentence and with Morgan and Jo started for the gate. Bill dropped his paper and got to his feet (left side)
N.C. Wyeth
1925
Suddenly the restful quiet of the morning was broken by Pablo. . . . Gray paused in the middle of a sentence and with Morgan and Jo started for the gate. Bill dropped his paper and got to his feet (right side)
Suddenly the restful quiet of the morning was broken by Pablo. . . . Gray paused in the middle of a sentence and with Morgan and Jo started for the gate. Bill dropped his paper and got to his feet (right side)
N.C. Wyeth
1925
Magua Captures Alice He hesitated a moment; and then catching the light and senseless form of Alice in his arms, the subtle Indian moved swiftly across the plain toward the woods
Magua Captures Alice He hesitated a moment; and then catching the light and senseless form of Alice in his arms, the subtle Indian moved swiftly across the plain toward the woods
N.C. Wyeth
1919
The man with the hatful of cards picked a hand out of his reserves, put the hat on his head and raised Bill a hundred. Bill came back with a raise of two hundred, and as the other covered it he shoved a pistol into his face observing: "I'm calling the hand that is in your hat."
The man with the hatful of cards picked a hand out of his reserves, put the hat on his head and raised Bill a hundred. Bill came back with a raise of two hundred, and as the other covered it he shoved a pistol into his face observing: "I'm calling the hand that is in your hat."
N.C. Wyeth
1916