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They travelled all day through the ever-increasing cold, speaking but little, their faces covered from the deadly frost.
They travelled all day through the ever-increasing cold, speaking but little, their faces covered from the deadly frost.
They travelled all day through the ever-increasing cold, speaking but little, their faces covered from the deadly frost.
(American, 1882 - 1945)

They travelled all day through the ever-increasing cold, speaking but little, their faces covered from the deadly frost.

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1913
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When, next night, two horror-stricken faces peered through this doorway, the three still sat where Tsaga had left them.
When, next night, two horror-stricken faces peered through this doorway, the three still sat where Tsaga had left them.
N.C. Wyeth
1913
While the soldiers pressed for a closer view, and a thrill of expectancy ran through them all, Jehoiada led Joash out from behind the pillar. A trembling little fellow, a wondering, wide-eyed lad, but a son of the line of David, every inch a king!
While the soldiers pressed for a closer view, and a thrill of expectancy ran through them all, Jehoiada led Joash out from behind the pillar. A trembling little fellow, a wondering, wide-eyed lad, but a son of the line of David, every inch a king!
N.C. Wyeth
1929
The man with the hatful of cards picked a hand out of his reserves, put the hat on his head and raised Bill a hundred. Bill came back with a raise of two hundred, and as the other covered it he shoved a pistol into his face observing: "I'm calling the hand that is in your hat."
The man with the hatful of cards picked a hand out of his reserves, put the hat on his head and raised Bill a hundred. Bill came back with a raise of two hundred, and as the other covered it he shoved a pistol into his face observing: "I'm calling the hand that is in your hat."
N.C. Wyeth
1916
Faces in the Tent (Three Faces in a Tent)
Faces in the Tent (Three Faces in a Tent)
Frank E. Schoonover
1904
Cold . . . ice-cold every day in the year (advertisement for Coca-Cola)
Cold . . . ice-cold every day in the year (advertisement for Coca-Cola)
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1936
He glanced furtively at the faces of the four men about him.
He glanced furtively at the faces of the four men about him.
N.C. Wyeth
1904
". . . . though these folks were evidently amusing themselves, yet they maintained the gravest faces, the most mysterious silence . . . ."
". . . . though these folks were evidently amusing themselves, yet they maintained the gravest faces, the most mysterious silence . . . ."
N.C. Wyeth
1921
Would the clock never strike? Nerves were snapping, but faces gave no hint of it.
Would the clock never strike? Nerves were snapping, but faces gave no hint of it.
N.C. Wyeth
1922
Image Not Available for In ten seconds his gun was leveled in their gaping faces. "Back!" he yelled, his blue eyes black like a maniac's; "fall back!"
In ten seconds his gun was leveled in their gaping faces. "Back!" he yelled, his blue eyes black like a maniac's; "fall back!"
N.C. Wyeth
1917
Image Not Available for The Fight in the Fore-top At the word three, they poured a volley into the mizzentop; pale, smoke-veiled faces withered away before it, but a volley answered them
The Fight in the Fore-top
At the word three, they poured a volley into the mizzentop; pale, smoke-veiled faces withered away before it, but a volley answered them
N.C. Wyeth
1928
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
The Wreck of the "Covenant" It was the spare yard I had got hold of, and I was amazed to see how far I had travelled from the brig
The Wreck of the "Covenant"
It was the spare yard I had got hold of, and I was amazed to see how far I had travelled from the brig
N.C. Wyeth
1913