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For a long time the three brothers smoked on in silence.
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
For a long time the three brothers smoked on in silence.
Charcoal
1913
dimensions unavailable
SUPP2000.2003
known by reproduction only
Not on view
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"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
All The Brothers Were Valiant, untitled headpiece
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1919
All the Brothers Were Valiant, untitled headpiece
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1919
There fell a long silence through which O'Hara read and Kenyon kept watch at the window.
N.C. Wyeth
1911
"We'll lave it up to the termites," says he, and he sat down and lit another cigarette. He'd smoked three before wan av the termites arrived and bit the poor lip ave me . . .
N.C. Wyeth
1914
While the Arab, majestic in all his attitudes, smoked dreamily over his coffee-cup.
N.C. Wyeth
1912
He looked at the boy a long time and fancied he could see some resemblance to the portrait.
N.C. Wyeth
1930 / 1931
For a long time neither of us spoke
N.C. Wyeth
1940
". . . . though these folks were evidently amusing themselves, yet they maintained the gravest faces, the most mysterious silence . . . ."
N.C. Wyeth
1921
As he proceeded, he breathed humble, fervent prayers into the silence of the dawn
N.C. Wyeth
1907
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
Silence
John W. McCoy
n.d.
