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"I ain't through with you yet," the forester called back
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
"I ain't through with you yet," the forester called back
Oil on canvas
1908
24 × 16 in. (61 × 40.6 cm)
SUPP2000.727
Private collection
Not on view
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"I aint done right by you, honey; I sure aint"
N.C. Wyeth
1909
"Have you called on Johnny Chuck at his new home yet?" asked Sammy Jay
Harrison Cady
ca. 1922
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
"I seek him called Splinters," she said. "I heard your story from the window. Come with me."
N.C. Wyeth
1922
"There ain't a person in these here United States that kin slide a flatiron over dry-goods the way my Pete kin"
N.C. Wyeth
1905
Memgumban, back in the steamy hills, was unhappy. The hills were sadly unimproved real estate. Trees full of pythons, jungles swarming with nasty little hill dwarfs who blew poisoned arrows at you as a pasttime.
N.C. Wyeth
1919
The Lovers
Her foot is on the very lintel of the church, and yet he bars the way--
N.C. Wyeth
1922
"Two year we've had o' this life. . . . Two blarsted God-forsaken year, an' another yet"
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1917
". . . . though these folks were evidently amusing themselves, yet they maintained the gravest faces, the most mysterious silence . . . ."
N.C. Wyeth
1921
"Can Ye Talk Yet, Mr. Beresford?"
N.C. Wyeth
1905
Somewhere at some dim time he and this girl, as yet unnamed to him, had been indissolubly united.
N.C. Wyeth
1928
"I wish you could see yourself; I wish I could tell you how you look."
N.C. Wyeth
1930 / 1931
