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A Long, Lean, Hard Man with a Lead-Hued Face
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
A Long, Lean, Hard Man with a Lead-Hued Face
1908
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SUPP2000.1948
known by reproduction only
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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
One day a band of fifteen Indians jammed me in a sand ravine. I made a running fight for eleven miles, but went unscathed and had a lead of two miles at Sweetwater Bridge.
N.C. Wyeth
1916
Troops by the hundred were passing--tattered, war-hardened, lean, efficient troops, whose road-pace was eagerness itself.
N.C. Wyeth
1912
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
"From an upper snow platform to which the hard blocks were thrown, a second man heaved them over the bank."
N.C. Wyeth
1906
Genghis Khan's eyes were fixed upon the dark scarred face of the young man in front of him. Little could be hidden from those eyes, and suddenly the young man knew that he stood revealed. The inscrutable eyes gave no sign, but at last Genghis Khan beckoned to the girl, and she came and stood beside him.
N.C. Wyeth
1932
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
"Ride hard!" shouted Mr. Wright. "To be captured is death by torture!"
N.C. Wyeth
1905
We just naturally fights like a pair of friends and gentlemen. Bite, kick, and gouge; but no hard feelin's between me and you!
N.C. Wyeth
1915 / 1916
After my dinner in town was through with, I rode hard.
N.C. Wyeth
1911
The Brig "Covenant" in a Fog
All afternoon, when I went on deck, I saw men and officers listening hard over the bulwarks
N.C. Wyeth
1913
It was hard to remember that he was only the wandering leader of an Arab caravan.
N.C. Wyeth
1910