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"And I cursed the men who grinned at me across the table"
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
"And I cursed the men who grinned at me across the table"
Oil on canvas
1904
dimensions unavailable
SUPP2000.1970
known by reproduction only
Not on view
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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
"Take Me Back--Inside," Alice Said to the Man Who Had Her in His Arms. "I Feel Cold Here."
N.C. Wyeth
1908
That endless stream across the Dubuque ferry was flowing on ahead of me, and the fast-going part of it was passing me every hour like swift schooners outstripping a slow, round-bellied Dutch square-rigger
N.C. Wyeth
1921
"It ees in the night, too, that the men with the pack mules go from Black Canyon across the line into Mexico. All the time it ees in the night."
N.C. Wyeth
1925
"The plan is to have your cavalry cut a hole through the Confederate lines, and for me to slip through it . . . put me across to-night and I'll be in Richmond day after to-morrow"
N.C. Wyeth
1912
Next to me was a girl who looked about eighteen. On the other side was an old fellow with a long gray beard.
N.C. Wyeth
1929
When the moon arose there was silhouetted across its face the dusky figure of a war-bonneted Sioux, rifle at shoulder, aiming at one of our party. Raising my gun I fired, and the brave came crashing down the bank.
N.C. Wyeth
1916
"I remember," writes Buffalo Bill, "the next day father began trading with the Indians, who were so pleased over the bargins we offered that they sent their friends back to us after they cantered away."
N.C. Wyeth
1916
They trampled over me as they drove our men off the field.
N.C. Wyeth
1921
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 am Sir Launcelot du Lake, King Ban's son of Benwick, and knight of the Round Table"
N.C. Wyeth
1917
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