Skip to main content
The Brushwood Folk and the Castle of Villefranche High and strong the chateau, lowly and weak the brushwood hut, but God help the seigneur and his lady when the men of the brushwood set their hands to the work of revenge!
The Brushwood Folk and the Castle of Villefranche High and strong the chateau, lowly and weak the brushwood hut, but God help the seigneur and his lady when the men of the brushwood set their hands to the work of revenge!
The Brushwood Folk and the Castle of Villefranche High and strong the chateau, lowly and weak the brushwood hut, but God help the seigneur and his lady when the men of the brushwood set their hands to the work of revenge!
(American, 1882 - 1945)

The Brushwood Folk and the Castle of Villefranche High and strong the chateau, lowly and weak the brushwood hut, but God help the seigneur and his lady when the men of the brushwood set their hands to the work of revenge!

Oil on canvas
1922
40 1/2 × 30 in. (102.9 × 76.2 cm)
SUPP2000.492
Private collection
Not on view
Too tired and weak to guide his horse, he could only hang to his saddle and trust to the beast's instinct to avoid destruction! And to spur--ever to spur--praying that he might reach help before brain and body failed together.
Too tired and weak to guide his horse, he could only hang to his saddle and trust to the beast's instinct to avoid destruction! And to spur--ever to spur--praying that he might reach help before brain and body failed together.
N.C. Wyeth
1912
Plate #34 | And even those whose nerves are strong | Must heave a groan when, darkly scowling, | The Quad-ri-wheeleon rolls along | And splits the welkin with his howling.
Plate #34 | And even those whose nerves are strong | Must heave a groan when, darkly scowling, | The Quad-ri-wheeleon rolls along | And splits the welkin with his howling.
Royal Lacey Scoville
ca. 1915
"My son, when will you put this revenge from your heart?"
"My son, when will you put this revenge from your heart?"
N.C. Wyeth
1915
The lightning blazed out flash upon flash and set the castle on fire
The lightning blazed out flash upon flash and set the castle on fire
N.C. Wyeth
1916
Plate #2 | Poor Tom began to whine and shake | When with his spells the Wizard bound him | And set on him a monstrous snake | Which coiled its ugly self around him.
Plate #2 | Poor Tom began to whine and shake | When with his spells the Wizard bound him | And set on him a monstrous snake | Which coiled its ugly self around him.
Royal Lacey Scoville
ca. 1915
Prince Lermontor fired at Peter Smith; Kilmair, directly behind, could not use his revolver. Elfrida Carlingford sprang up, but realized her powerlessness to help.
Prince Lermontor fired at Peter Smith; Kilmair, directly behind, could not use his revolver. Elfrida Carlingford sprang up, but realized her powerlessness to help.
N.C. Wyeth
1919
The boy, Moses, clad in princely garments, witnessed the bitter suffering of his people at the hands of the Egyptian taskmasters. As he grew in years he became increasingly conscious of his kinship with the oppressed and exploited workers
The boy, Moses, clad in princely garments, witnessed the bitter suffering of his people at the hands of the Egyptian taskmasters. As he grew in years he became increasingly conscious of his kinship with the oppressed and exploited workers
N.C. Wyeth
1928
"--and no sooner had he the arms in his hands but, as if they had put new vigor into him, he flew upon his murderers like a fury"
"--and no sooner had he the arms in his hands but, as if they had put new vigor into him, he flew upon his murderers like a fury"
N.C. Wyeth
1920
Ten thousand dollars! Why, even one thousand dollars would keep him clothed, housed and fed for the few remaining years of his life and there would be enough left over to keep his old body out of Potter's Field. His hands trembled and the white fire of the diamonds flashed more temptingly.
Ten thousand dollars! Why, even one thousand dollars would keep him clothed, housed and fed for the few remaining years of his life and there would be enough left over to keep his old body out of Potter's Field. His hands trembled and the white fire of the diamonds flashed more temptingly.
N.C. Wyeth
1914
It showed me Hands and his companion locked together in deadly wrestle
It showed me Hands and his companion locked together in deadly wrestle
N.C. Wyeth
1911
"- and then he kneeled down again, kissed the ground, and taking me by the foot, set my foot upon his head"
"- and then he kneeled down again, kissed the ground, and taking me by the foot, set my foot upon his head"
N.C. Wyeth
1920
Untitled (study of a figure with his hands up; hand holding a pistol)
Untitled (study of a figure with his hands up; hand holding a pistol)
N.C. Wyeth
date not known