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There were seven or eight assailants, and but one to keep head against them
There were seven or eight assailants, and but one to keep head against them
There were seven or eight assailants, and but one to keep head against them
(American, 1882 - 1945)

There were seven or eight assailants, and but one to keep head against them

Alternate Title(s)
  • Crookback Fights Eight Assailants; Fight at the Cross
Oil on canvas
1916
40 1/4 × 32 1/4 in. (102.2 × 81.9 cm)
SUPP2000.230
Diamond M Fine Art Collection, Museum of Texas Tech University
Not on view
Image Not Available for The unflinching firmness with which he faced his assailants, . . . excited a profound respect in the spectators . . .
The unflinching firmness with which he faced his assailants, . . . excited a profound respect in the spectators . . .
N.C. Wyeth
1925
Orlando and the Giant Ferragus Orlando's utmost skill only availed to keep him out of the giant's clutches, but all his efforts to wound him with a sword were useless
Orlando and the Giant Ferragus
Orlando's utmost skill only availed to keep him out of the giant's clutches, but all his efforts to wound him with a sword were useless
N.C. Wyeth
1924
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
They were eight, and no man ever saw the like before nor will again
They were eight, and no man ever saw the like before nor will again
N.C. Wyeth
1916
"What could one boy do against two hundred pies?"
"What could one boy do against two hundred pies?"
N.C. Wyeth
1905
Seven Branched Candlestick
Seven Branched Candlestick
Violet Oakley
ca. 1916
Jonathan shot, as he walked along, and the boy, running ahead, picked up the arrows and brought them back. And when they were out of sight of the court, they went toward a rock named Ezel, accessible from the wilderness and not far from the road. There David had hidden, straining his ears for the words that might mean life or death
Jonathan shot, as he walked along, and the boy, running ahead, picked up the arrows and brought them back. And when they were out of sight of the court, they went toward a rock named Ezel, accessible from the wilderness and not far from the road. There David had hidden, straining his ears for the words that might mean life or death
N.C. Wyeth
1929
He were n't no saint,--them engineers / Is all pretty much alike
He were n't no saint,--them engineers / Is all pretty much alike
N.C. Wyeth
1912
I step nearer and see a pistol under the seat and another pistol alongside him. I have a nidea o' grabing one o' them.
I step nearer and see a pistol under the seat and another pistol alongside him. I have a nidea o' grabing one o' them.
N.C. Wyeth
1919
Two or three times one of the mares fell in the drifts, and nothing but the courage bred into them in the blue-grass fields of Kentucky saved us from stalling out in that fearful moving flood of snow
Two or three times one of the mares fell in the drifts, and nothing but the courage bred into them in the blue-grass fields of Kentucky saved us from stalling out in that fearful moving flood of snow
N.C. Wyeth
1921
Eight Bells (Clyde Stanley and Andrew Wyeth aboard Eight Bells)
Eight Bells (Clyde Stanley and Andrew Wyeth aboard Eight Bells)
N.C. Wyeth
1937
I ran aft to the clear space abaft the funnel, and there I found the spiggoties shtandin', holdin' a council av war. I fired into the thick av them and had five av them down when that thievin' engineer come sneakin' up behind me and shtruck me on the back av the head wit' a monkey wrench
I ran aft to the clear space abaft the funnel, and there I found the spiggoties shtandin', holdin' a council av war. I fired into the thick av them and had five av them down when that thievin' engineer come sneakin' up behind me and shtruck me on the back av the head wit' a monkey wrench
N.C. Wyeth
1914