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When he left prison for the second time he was an old man, penniless and friendless
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
When he left prison for the second time he was an old man, penniless and friendless
1914
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"I know what you're thinking of, old General," says Lefty. "Your dream it was to go--when it come your time to go--"
N.C. Wyeth
1919
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
The effect was startling. The man's feet left the ground and he fell with a thud as if dropped from some height . . .
N.C. Wyeth
1925
Hugging his shield, de Spain threw his second shot over Sandusky's left shoulder.
N.C. Wyeth
1915
She thought a poet was a man who made rimes; she did not guess that this man when he said: "'There'll be fences here, and fields and roofs and chimneys," was talking poetry
N.C. Wyeth
1930
"On waking he found himself on the green knoll whence he had first seen the old man of the glen"
N.C. Wyeth
1921
He Saved the Union Lincoln Delivers His Second Inaugural Address as President of the United States, March 4, 1865
N.C. Wyeth
1919
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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
When, next night, two horror-stricken faces peered through this doorway, the three still sat where Tsaga had left them.
N.C. Wyeth
1913
The Burial of Uncas "The boy has left us for a time; but, Sagamore, you are not alone"
N.C. Wyeth
1919
Deep in hollow sockets his hot eyes burned, red with fever. He sat his horse like an old man, haggard and bent.
N.C. Wyeth
1912
He perceived, at some yards from the ruin of the building, an old man surrounded by weeping children.
N.C. Wyeth
1927