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He turned over and crawled around back of the bush, trying to make a wide circle around the fire. The bullets followed him
He turned over and crawled around back of the bush, trying to make a wide circle around the fire. The bullets followed him
He turned over and crawled around back of the bush, trying to make a wide circle around the fire. The bullets followed him
(American, 1882 - 1945)

He turned over and crawled around back of the bush, trying to make a wide circle around the fire. The bullets followed him

1912
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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
A dozen bullets I must've pumped out and we sweeping nearer to her every second.
A dozen bullets I must've pumped out and we sweeping nearer to her every second.
N.C. Wyeth
1919
But Sir Henry never stopped. He kept right on. When he reached the top step he braced his foot on it and gave a mighty spring and caught the Greaser around the waist and swung him clean out of the saddle.
But Sir Henry never stopped. He kept right on. When he reached the top step he braced his foot on it and gave a mighty spring and caught the Greaser around the waist and swung him clean out of the saddle.
N.C. Wyeth
1912
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
The Slave Boy Then, at length, when all were peacefully feeding, he sat down upon a grassy hummock and looked around him, sad, lonely, vindictive.
The Slave Boy
Then, at length, when all were peacefully feeding, he sat down upon a grassy hummock and looked around him, sad, lonely, vindictive.
N.C. Wyeth
1912
"Doc, he walks up to Old Pinto, and has a look at him, frontways, sideways and all around"
"Doc, he walks up to Old Pinto, and has a look at him, frontways, sideways and all around"
N.C. Wyeth
1904
The sun beat down upon him. The dry, white dust beat up around him. The girl sagged and lolled on his shoulder
The sun beat down upon him. The dry, white dust beat up around him. The girl sagged and lolled on his shoulder
N.C. Wyeth
1916
Image Not Available for But the Parrot's big grip closed quietly around his wrist and pinioned him
But the Parrot's big grip closed quietly around his wrist and pinioned him
N.C. Wyeth
1916
"Say Pardner," He Ventured To A Hairy Old Timer On A Pea-Green Landau, "What's The Chance For A Job Around Here?"
"Say Pardner," He Ventured To A Hairy Old Timer On A Pea-Green Landau, "What's The Chance For A Job Around Here?"
N.C. Wyeth
1925
The Torrent in the Valley of Glencoe I had scarce time to measure the distance or to understand the peril before I had followed him, and he had caught and stopped me
The Torrent in the Valley of Glencoe
I had scarce time to measure the distance or to understand the peril before I had followed him, and he had caught and stopped me
N.C. Wyeth
1913
Plate #2 | Poor Tom began to whine and shake | When with his spells the Wizard bound him | And set on him a monstrous snake | Which coiled its ugly self around him.
Plate #2 | Poor Tom began to whine and shake | When with his spells the Wizard bound him | And set on him a monstrous snake | Which coiled its ugly self around him.
Royal Lacey Scoville
ca. 1915
Ten thousand dollars! Why, even one thousand dollars would keep him clothed, housed and fed for the few remaining years of his life and there would be enough left over to keep his old body out of Potter's Field. His hands trembled and the white fire of the diamonds flashed more temptingly.
Ten thousand dollars! Why, even one thousand dollars would keep him clothed, housed and fed for the few remaining years of his life and there would be enough left over to keep his old body out of Potter's Field. His hands trembled and the white fire of the diamonds flashed more temptingly.
N.C. Wyeth
1914