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Not withstanding her age she was compelled to follow the convoy of prisoners on foot, without any alleviation of her suffering.
Not withstanding her age she was compelled to follow the convoy of prisoners on foot, without any alleviation of her suffering.
Not withstanding her age she was compelled to follow the convoy of prisoners on foot, without any alleviation of her suffering.
(American, 1882 - 1945)

Not withstanding her age she was compelled to follow the convoy of prisoners on foot, without any alleviation of her suffering.

Alternate Title(s)
  • The Long Line of Prisoners
Oil on canvas
1927
40 × 30 in. (101.6 × 76.2 cm)
SUPP2000.1413
The Kelly Collection of American Illustration
Not on view
"Two prisoners, sir. We captured 'em with Daws Dillon."
"Two prisoners, sir. We captured 'em with Daws Dillon."
N.C. Wyeth
1930 / 1931
She still cooked for us when Tom asked her, but she never touched a pill herself. If there is any harder test for will power, you'll have to show it to me
She still cooked for us when Tom asked her, but she never touched a pill herself. If there is any harder test for will power, you'll have to show it to me
N.C. Wyeth
1914
And there, quite close to him, was Elizabeth among her ladies, in a dressing gown, unpainted, without her wig, her gray hair hanging in wisps about her face, and her eyes starting from her head.
And there, quite close to him, was Elizabeth among her ladies, in a dressing gown, unpainted, without her wig, her gray hair hanging in wisps about her face, and her eyes starting from her head.
N.C. Wyeth
1928
The Prisoner's Head Was Hanging Forward in an Attitude Denoting Weariness
The Prisoner's Head Was Hanging Forward in an Attitude Denoting Weariness
Anna Whelan Betts
1899
Image Not Available for A gust, fiercer than any of its predecessors, heeled the Wanderer over and the lip of a comber climbed in over her counter and swept aft to the break of the poop.
A gust, fiercer than any of its predecessors, heeled the Wanderer over and the lip of a comber climbed in over her counter and swept aft to the break of the poop.
N.C. Wyeth
1923
Naaman's wife brought the little maid that he himself might hear her. A glow of conviction shines in her face. She knows this prophet of whom she speaks. With childish eagerness, her words tumbling over each other, she urges Naaman to implore his aid
Naaman's wife brought the little maid that he himself might hear her. A glow of conviction shines in her face. She knows this prophet of whom she speaks. With childish eagerness, her words tumbling over each other, she urges Naaman to implore his aid
N.C. Wyeth
1929
The Lovers Her foot is on the very lintel of the church, and yet he bars the way--
The Lovers
Her foot is on the very lintel of the church, and yet he bars the way--
N.C. Wyeth
1922
Ivy shut her eyes when she hit now. Those gibbering monkey men did not know it, but Ivy in her terror knew it; no longer was it arms swinging a vindictive ax, but it was an ax of panic swinging helpless arms.
Ivy shut her eyes when she hit now. Those gibbering monkey men did not know it, but Ivy in her terror knew it; no longer was it arms swinging a vindictive ax, but it was an ax of panic swinging helpless arms.
N.C. Wyeth
1930
I jumped down into the stream and caught her in my arms as she was losing her hold
I jumped down into the stream and caught her in my arms as she was losing her hold
N.C. Wyeth
1921
The Mother of John Paul Jones A woman's drawn, sad face appeared at the door; she picked up the package, weighed it in her hand, then despite her years, shouted with extraordinary vigor at the fleeing youngster
The Mother of John Paul Jones
A woman's drawn, sad face appeared at the door; she picked up the package, weighed it in her hand, then despite her years, shouted with extraordinary vigor at the fleeing youngster
N.C. Wyeth
1928
She knew she must not lose her dignity before this Indian woman--before her son
She knew she must not lose her dignity before this Indian woman--before her son
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1929
The Supplicant Cora had cast herself to her knees; and, with hands clenched in each other and pressed upon her bosom, she remained like a beauteous and breathing model of her sex
The Supplicant Cora had cast herself to her knees; and, with hands clenched in each other and pressed upon her bosom, she remained like a beauteous and breathing model of her sex
N.C. Wyeth
1919