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The Next Morning at Sunrise Abe Hawley and the Girl He had Waited for so Long Started on the North Trail Together
The Next Morning at Sunrise Abe Hawley and the Girl He had Waited for so Long Started on the North Trail Together
The Next Morning at Sunrise Abe Hawley and the Girl He had Waited for so Long Started on the North Trail Together
(American, 1882 - 1945)

The Next Morning at Sunrise Abe Hawley and the Girl He had Waited for so Long Started on the North Trail Together

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  • The start on the north trail
1907
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"Her long pleasure was broken by a sound that she had waited for"
"Her long pleasure was broken by a sound that she had waited for"
N.C. Wyeth
1915
Image Not Available for The Fight on the Bridge Orlando at last had strength enough to lift his foe and fling him over the side, but had not wit to clear himself from him, so both fell together
The Fight on the Bridge
Orlando at last had strength enough to lift his foe and fling him over the side, but had not wit to clear himself from him, so both fell together
N.C. Wyeth
1924
Next to me was a girl who looked about eighteen. On the other side was an old fellow with a long gray beard.
Next to me was a girl who looked about eighteen. On the other side was an old fellow with a long gray beard.
N.C. Wyeth
1929
And so the man of books and the Irish girl, that morning, found the bond of their friendship--a friendship that was to be to them, all the years of their lives, a very beautiful thing
And so the man of books and the Irish girl, that morning, found the bond of their friendship--a friendship that was to be to them, all the years of their lives, a very beautiful thing
N.C. Wyeth
1925
Suddenly the restful quiet of the morning was broken by Pablo. . . . Gray paused in the middle of a sentence and with Morgan and Jo started for the gate. Bill dropped his paper and got to his feet (left side)
Suddenly the restful quiet of the morning was broken by Pablo. . . . Gray paused in the middle of a sentence and with Morgan and Jo started for the gate. Bill dropped his paper and got to his feet (left side)
N.C. Wyeth
1925
Suddenly the restful quiet of the morning was broken by Pablo. . . . Gray paused in the middle of a sentence and with Morgan and Jo started for the gate. Bill dropped his paper and got to his feet (right side)
Suddenly the restful quiet of the morning was broken by Pablo. . . . Gray paused in the middle of a sentence and with Morgan and Jo started for the gate. Bill dropped his paper and got to his feet (right side)
N.C. Wyeth
1925
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
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
Once the girl started through the yard as though she would rush after them and stopped at the gate.
Once the girl started through the yard as though she would rush after them and stopped at the gate.
N.C. Wyeth
1930 / 1931
The next morning Kenyon found her just outside Ferguson's shack, prone on the fallen leaves.
The next morning Kenyon found her just outside Ferguson's shack, prone on the fallen leaves.
N.C. Wyeth
1911
Next morning came a clear day--a hot day.
Next morning came a clear day--a hot day.
N.C. Wyeth
1918
"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."
"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
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