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People was a-takin' Me for Bill Cody
People was a-takin' Me for Bill Cody
People was a-takin' Me for Bill Cody
(American, 1882 - 1945)

People was a-takin' Me for Bill Cody

Alternate Title(s)
  • People was a-taken Me for Bill Cody
1905
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"For a time, there being no scouting to do," says Colonel Cody, "I drove stage between Plum Creek and Fort Kearney, with plenty of hair-raising adventures thrown in."
"For a time, there being no scouting to do," says Colonel Cody, "I drove stage between Plum Creek and Fort Kearney, with plenty of hair-raising adventures thrown in."
N.C. Wyeth
1916
The ocean just sort o' breathing in on the sand--Bill 'n' me sit here and count the breaths like.
The ocean just sort o' breathing in on the sand--Bill 'n' me sit here and count the breaths like.
N.C. Wyeth
1919
"Couldn't he write about common people--about cops and bums and sailors and crooks and places where reg'lar people lived?"
"Couldn't he write about common people--about cops and bums and sailors and crooks and places where reg'lar people lived?"
N.C. Wyeth
1919
"My great white brothers," said Chief Santanta, after loading the peace-pipe and passing it to General Sherman, "I welcome you to my camp and to my people!"
"My great white brothers," said Chief Santanta, after loading the peace-pipe and passing it to General Sherman, "I welcome you to my camp and to my people!"
N.C. Wyeth
1916
The boy, Moses, clad in princely garments, witnessed the bitter suffering of his people at the hands of the Egyptian taskmasters. As he grew in years he became increasingly conscious of his kinship with the oppressed and exploited workers
The boy, Moses, clad in princely garments, witnessed the bitter suffering of his people at the hands of the Egyptian taskmasters. As he grew in years he became increasingly conscious of his kinship with the oppressed and exploited workers
N.C. Wyeth
1928
"Oh," exclaimed Magnus, "You shouldn't talk so! Ve got plenty to eat. Dere bane lots people in Norvay would yump at de shance to yange places wit' us."
"Oh," exclaimed Magnus, "You shouldn't talk so! Ve got plenty to eat. Dere bane lots people in Norvay would yump at de shance to yange places wit' us."
N.C. Wyeth
1921
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
He thrust a dirty, crumpled wad of bills into the gasping mouth.
He thrust a dirty, crumpled wad of bills into the gasping mouth.
N.C. Wyeth
1907
He was caught, turned about and turkey-trotted aft toward Captain Bill's cabin, into which he was unceremoniously heaved like a sack of cabbage.
He was caught, turned about and turkey-trotted aft toward Captain Bill's cabin, into which he was unceremoniously heaved like a sack of cabbage.
N.C. Wyeth
1916
Suddenly the restful quiet of the morning was broken by Pablo. . . . Gray paused in the middle of a sentence and with Morgan and Jo started for the gate. Bill dropped his paper and got to his feet (left side)
Suddenly the restful quiet of the morning was broken by Pablo. . . . Gray paused in the middle of a sentence and with Morgan and Jo started for the gate. Bill dropped his paper and got to his feet (left side)
N.C. Wyeth
1925
Suddenly the restful quiet of the morning was broken by Pablo. . . . Gray paused in the middle of a sentence and with Morgan and Jo started for the gate. Bill dropped his paper and got to his feet (right side)
Suddenly the restful quiet of the morning was broken by Pablo. . . . Gray paused in the middle of a sentence and with Morgan and Jo started for the gate. Bill dropped his paper and got to his feet (right side)
N.C. Wyeth
1925
Captain Bill, Rebel, untitled headpiece illustration
Captain Bill, Rebel, untitled headpiece illustration
N.C. Wyeth
1916