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"I reaped it my way, for I cut nothing off but the ears, and carried it away in a great basket which I had made"
"I reaped it my way, for I cut nothing off but the ears, and carried it away in a great basket which I had made"
"I reaped it my way, for I cut nothing off but the ears, and carried it away in a great basket which I had made"
(American, 1882 - 1945)

"I reaped it my way, for I cut nothing off but the ears, and carried it away in a great basket which I had made"

Alternate Title(s)
  • Robinson Crusoe in his grainfield; The Reaper
Oil on canvas
1920
40 3/8 × 30 in. (102.6 × 76.2 cm)
SUPP2000.270
From the collection of The Wilmington Institute Library, Wilmington, Delware
Not on view
"They got to fightin' on which should get the first hoss: so I bent my gun on them and made them draw lots"
"They got to fightin' on which should get the first hoss: so I bent my gun on them and made them draw lots"
N.C. Wyeth
1906
I had half seen how he had rested his elbow on the hedge and carried his head to one side when he fired that first shot.
I had half seen how he had rested his elbow on the hedge and carried his head to one side when he fired that first shot.
N.C. Wyeth
1911
Jonathan shot, as he walked along, and the boy, running ahead, picked up the arrows and brought them back. And when they were out of sight of the court, they went toward a rock named Ezel, accessible from the wilderness and not far from the road. There David had hidden, straining his ears for the words that might mean life or death
Jonathan shot, as he walked along, and the boy, running ahead, picked up the arrows and brought them back. And when they were out of sight of the court, they went toward a rock named Ezel, accessible from the wilderness and not far from the road. There David had hidden, straining his ears for the words that might mean life or death
N.C. Wyeth
1929
The Fugitives "This way!" the woman whispered. "Into the stream to throw the dog off, though I think it is but a common cur, like its master."
The Fugitives
"This way!" the woman whispered. "Into the stream to throw the dog off, though I think it is but a common cur, like its master."
N.C. Wyeth
1922
The last morning Rowena came to my fire and, snatching the spider from me, took the job off my hands, baking the cakes while I ate
The last morning Rowena came to my fire and, snatching the spider from me, took the job off my hands, baking the cakes while I ate
N.C. Wyeth
1921
"My great white brothers," said Chief Santanta, after loading the peace-pipe and passing it to General Sherman, "I welcome you to my camp and to my people!"
"My great white brothers," said Chief Santanta, after loading the peace-pipe and passing it to General Sherman, "I welcome you to my camp and to my people!"
N.C. Wyeth
1916
One day a band of fifteen Indians jammed me in a sand ravine. I made a running fight for eleven miles, but went unscathed and had a lead of two miles at Sweetwater Bridge.
One day a band of fifteen Indians jammed me in a sand ravine. I made a running fight for eleven miles, but went unscathed and had a lead of two miles at Sweetwater Bridge.
N.C. Wyeth
1916
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
John Rucker had become the dark cloud in my life. I think now that I was afraid of him because my mother was
John Rucker had become the dark cloud in my life. I think now that I was afraid of him because my mother was
N.C. Wyeth
1921
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
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
N.C. Wyeth
1921
I have my own way of doing things. . . . .Opposition is good to try one's metal on
I have my own way of doing things. . . . .Opposition is good to try one's metal on
N.C. Wyeth
1931
Bringing in the Ears
Bringing in the Ears
N.C. Wyeth
1942