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The life-boat pulled away, leaving Randall loyally clinging to the boom of the drifting hulk.
The life-boat pulled away, leaving Randall loyally clinging to the boom of the drifting hulk.
The life-boat pulled away, leaving Randall loyally clinging to the boom of the drifting hulk.
(American, 1882 - 1945)

The life-boat pulled away, leaving Randall loyally clinging to the boom of the drifting hulk.

1923
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"I'm not going," Randall told the men in the overcrowded boat. "I'll stick here and when you get to San Francisco ask Cappy Ricks to send a tug out to look for me."
"I'm not going," Randall told the men in the overcrowded boat. "I'll stick here and when you get to San Francisco ask Cappy Ricks to send a tug out to look for me."
N.C. Wyeth
1923
"An' the bridal couple'd be holdin' hands an' gazin' over the spanker-boom at the full moon."
"An' the bridal couple'd be holdin' hands an' gazin' over the spanker-boom at the full moon."
N.C. Wyeth
1915
'Genie had grasped Philip's saddle, and was clinging there. "Please! Please!" she begged. "Oh, my god, Philip, he'll kill you!"
'Genie had grasped Philip's saddle, and was clinging there. "Please! Please!" she begged. "Oh, my god, Philip, he'll kill you!"
N.C. Wyeth
1912
First came the bride, a sorry sight, as pale as the winter, clinging to Sir Daniel's arm
First came the bride, a sorry sight, as pale as the winter, clinging to Sir Daniel's arm
N.C. Wyeth
1916
unidentified (train of wagons pulled by 4 horses across dusty desert)
unidentified (train of wagons pulled by 4 horses across dusty desert)
N.C. Wyeth
1907
"At the same time Hahn pulled his gun and shot him through the middle"
"At the same time Hahn pulled his gun and shot him through the middle"
N.C. Wyeth
1906
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
"Sabra, filled with a dizzy mixture of fright and exhilaration, forgot to look back at everything she was leaving"
"Sabra, filled with a dizzy mixture of fright and exhilaration, forgot to look back at everything she was leaving"
N.C. Wyeth
1929
After their manner, they had turned their tails to the wind, and were drifting ahead of the storm.
After their manner, they had turned their tails to the wind, and were drifting ahead of the storm.
N.C. Wyeth
1908
Eager, with tearful eyes, to say farewell to the Mayflower, homeward bound o'er the sea, and leaving them here in the desert
Eager, with tearful eyes, to say farewell to the Mayflower, homeward bound o'er the sea, and leaving them here in the desert
N.C. Wyeth
1920
When temptation came, and Adam and Eve fell out of the their sinless and virtueless Eden, they began to be worth while. They fell from innocence into manhood and womanhood. They fell from shiftlessness into work. They fell from a drifting irresponsibility into worry and trouble and despair, but also into ambition and courage and hope
When temptation came, and Adam and Eve fell out of the their sinless and virtueless Eden, they began to be worth while. They fell from innocence into manhood and womanhood. They fell from shiftlessness into work. They fell from a drifting irresponsibility into worry and trouble and despair, but also into ambition and courage and hope
N.C. Wyeth
1928
"I sat there in the sun, drifting with the wind, and held her in my arms till she died."
"I sat there in the sun, drifting with the wind, and held her in my arms till she died."
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1919