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For what, after all, were they fishing?
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For what, after all, were they fishing?
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
For what, after all, were they fishing?
1905
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SUPP2000.1675
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A little after midnight, Jesus and his disciples came down the stair and went out. Mark got up and followed. He had heard rumors of plots and schemes, and he was curious to know what would happen next
N.C. Wyeth
1929
"However, after six days o' restin' up, with salubrious fruits an' wines an' the most melojus concerts, my capt'n broaches the cause of why we're callin' on the Don Hidalgo Rodreego Cazamma."
N.C. Wyeth
1915
After their manner, they had turned their tails to the wind, and were drifting ahead of the storm.
N.C. Wyeth
1908
"I remember," writes Buffalo Bill, "the next day father began trading with the Indians, who were so pleased over the bargins we offered that they sent their friends back to us after they cantered away."
N.C. Wyeth
1916
We all listened breathless even after the last chord of it had ceased to throb.
N.C. Wyeth
1913
A boy spoke. "The camels the wise men rode -- what color were they?" Jesus smiled, remembering that this was the question he, himself, had asked in Nazareth
N.C. Wyeth
1931
We were three days taking out even what gold and gems we could load on ourselves and our beasts, the treasure of three queens' pardons
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1922
"Coming toward the camp was a regulation Santa Claus--red breeches, boots, pack and all. For a minute or two we were too paralyzed to move"
N.C. Wyeth
1927
All The Brothers Were Valiant, untitled headpiece
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1919
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
Far Off a Voice Said, "All Right, Slim, Hop Him!" Then There Were Dim Cries of "Sock It to Him! . . ."
N.C. Wyeth
1925
All the Brothers Were Valiant, untitled headpiece
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1919