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Following the trail itself, Whispering Smith rode slowly.
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
Following the trail itself, Whispering Smith rode slowly.
Oil on canvas
1906
38 × 25 in. (96.5 × 63.5 cm)
SUPP2000.244
Private collection
Not on view
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Captain Flood
Never had time to follow Scripteh much, what with following the sea. But I respects a man that does
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"Four different sizes o' shoes," said Peter Smith. "Right," agreed Kilmair; "four hombres and one senorita. I don't think we'll be welcomed."
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1919
Prince Lermontor fired at Peter Smith; Kilmair, directly behind, could not use his revolver. Elfrida Carlingford sprang up, but realized her powerlessness to help.
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1919
The busy world itself might well hush its noisy activities long enough to hear of it.
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1908
Troops by the hundred were passing--tattered, war-hardened, lean, efficient troops, whose road-pace was eagerness itself.
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1912
It was not signed. I read it slowly, because I was not very good at reading, and turned my eyes west-where my mother had gone
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1921
"'Well,' he said, slowly, 'I believe you're right'"
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Slowly and thoughtfully, absolutely without bravado, Drift shuffled the cards. "Keep ca'm Dawse," he advised. "Set down, why don't you?"
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1914
Treloar slowly descended, shouting aloud to himself.
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"Life itself is only a vision, a dream"
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