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The Brig "Covenant" in a Fog All afternoon, when I went on deck, I saw men and officers listening hard over the bulwarks
The Brig "Covenant" in a Fog All afternoon, when I went on deck, I saw men and officers listening hard over the bulwarks
The Brig "Covenant" in a Fog All afternoon, when I went on deck, I saw men and officers listening hard over the bulwarks
(American, 1882 - 1945)

The Brig "Covenant" in a Fog
All afternoon, when I went on deck, I saw men and officers listening hard over the bulwarks

Alternate Title(s)
  • The Brig "Covenant"
Oil on canvas
1913
40 × 32 in. (101.6 × 81.3 cm)
SUPP2000.166
The New York Public Library
Not on view
The Wreck of the "Covenant" It was the spare yard I had got hold of, and I was amazed to see how far I had travelled from the brig
The Wreck of the "Covenant"
It was the spare yard I had got hold of, and I was amazed to see how far I had travelled from the brig
N.C. Wyeth
1913
American Officers S.S. Zepellin [recto]; Throw all trash over Lee Side [verso]
American Officers S.S. Zepellin [recto]; Throw all trash over Lee Side [verso]
Henry Jarvis Peck
1918-1919
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
Back and forth across it we went, twisting, straining, holding our strength, each striving to break the grip of the other's fingers on his wrist. I felt his breath upon my face, saw his cold eyes like blue fire burning me.
Back and forth across it we went, twisting, straining, holding our strength, each striving to break the grip of the other's fingers on his wrist. I felt his breath upon my face, saw his cold eyes like blue fire burning me.
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1914
Washington Taking Leave of His Officers, Dec. 4, 1783
Washington Taking Leave of His Officers, Dec. 4, 1783
Howard Pyle
1883
The Officers Would be Waiting Until She Should Appear
The Officers Would be Waiting Until She Should Appear
Howard Pyle
1908
As I turned I saw her kneeling there, her hair all about her face, with her hands stretched out to me: and then I walked blindly away into the long grass of the marsh
As I turned I saw her kneeling there, her hair all about her face, with her hands stretched out to me: and then I walked blindly away into the long grass of the marsh
N.C. Wyeth
1921
Prussian Officers
Prussian Officers
Walter Granville-Smith
1891
After my dinner in town was through with, I rode hard.
After my dinner in town was through with, I rode hard.
N.C. Wyeth
1911
"Since when is a heathen wench's word better than that of twenty Christians?" asked one of the monks. "It is I who will decide whether she alone speaketh the truth, or all of you," Richard said sternly.
"Since when is a heathen wench's word better than that of twenty Christians?" asked one of the monks. "It is I who will decide whether she alone speaketh the truth, or all of you," Richard said sternly.
N.C. Wyeth
1931
For some time the dark form remained motionless, listening to the girl singing her Irish songs
For some time the dark form remained motionless, listening to the girl singing her Irish songs
N.C. Wyeth
1925
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