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The busy world itself might well hush its noisy activities long enough to hear of it.
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The busy world itself might well hush its noisy activities long enough to hear of it.
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
The busy world itself might well hush its noisy activities long enough to hear of it.
Oil on canvas
1908
dimensions unavailable
SUPP2000.657
known by reproduction only
Not on view
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Naaman's wife brought the little maid that he himself might hear her. A glow of conviction shines in her face. She knows this prophet of whom she speaks. With childish eagerness, her words tumbling over each other, she urges Naaman to implore his aid
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1929
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1911
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"This way!" the woman whispered. "Into the stream to throw the dog off, though I think it is but a common cur, like its master."
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"Sure, it's Professor Grid to the life!" he said admiringly.
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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.
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Their arrows flew together, marvellous shots, each finding its prey.
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1917
Headlong he leaped on the Boaster, and, snatching his knife from its scabbard . . .
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1920