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"- 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"
"- and then he kneeled down again, kissed the ground, and taking me by the foot, set my foot upon his head"
(American, 1882 - 1945)

"- and then he kneeled down again, kissed the ground, and taking me by the foot, set my foot upon his head"

Oil on canvas
1920
40 3/4 × 30 in. (103.5 × 76.2 cm)
SUPP2000.1240
Collection of Joseph and Louise Huber
Not on view
White Fang's free nature flashed forth again, and he sank his teeth into the moccasined foot
White Fang's free nature flashed forth again, and he sank his teeth into the moccasined foot
Frank E. Schoonover
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
But Sir Henry never stopped. He kept right on. When he reached the top step he braced his foot on it and gave a mighty spring and caught the Greaser around the waist and swung him clean out of the saddle.
But Sir Henry never stopped. He kept right on. When he reached the top step he braced his foot on it and gave a mighty spring and caught the Greaser around the waist and swung him clean out of the saddle.
N.C. Wyeth
1912
Back and forth across it we went, twisting, straining, holding our strength, each striving to break the grip of the other's fingers on his wrist. I felt his breath upon my face, saw his cold eyes like blue fire burning me.
Back and forth across it we went, twisting, straining, holding our strength, each striving to break the grip of the other's fingers on his wrist. I felt his breath upon my face, saw his cold eyes like blue fire burning me.
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1914
"I laid me down flat on my belly on the ground, and began to look for the place"
"I laid me down flat on my belly on the ground, and began to look for the place"
N.C. Wyeth
1920
"At first, for some time, I was not able to answer him one word; but as he had taken me in his arms, I held fast by him, or I should have fallen to the ground"
"At first, for some time, I was not able to answer him one word; but as he had taken me in his arms, I held fast by him, or I should have fallen to the ground"
N.C. Wyeth
1920
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
The Renegade Monk "By the black rood of Waltham!" he roared, "if any knave among you lays a finger-end upon the edge of my gown, I will crush his skull like a filbert!"
The Renegade Monk
"By the black rood of Waltham!" he roared, "if any knave among you lays a finger-end upon the edge of my gown, I will crush his skull like a filbert!"
N.C. Wyeth
1922
Captives When the pilot chosen for the task of guiding the canoe had taken his station, the whole band plunged again into the river, the vessel glided down the current and in a few moments the captives found themselves on the south bank of the stream.
Captives When the pilot chosen for the task of guiding the canoe had taken his station, the whole band plunged again into the river, the vessel glided down the current and in a few moments the captives found themselves on the south bank of the stream.
N.C. Wyeth
1919
The Governor, infuriated by the attack upon him, thundered: "Stand where you are, or, on my oath, my men shall cut you down!"
The Governor, infuriated by the attack upon him, thundered: "Stand where you are, or, on my oath, my men shall cut you down!"
N.C. Wyeth
1929
Slowly and thoughtfully, absolutely without bravado, Drift shuffled the cards. "Keep ca'm Dawse," he advised. "Set down, why don't you?"
Slowly and thoughtfully, absolutely without bravado, Drift shuffled the cards. "Keep ca'm Dawse," he advised. "Set down, why don't you?"
N.C. Wyeth
1914
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.
N.C. Wyeth
1927