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Threw the bridle rein on Sathanthus' neck, and rolled and lighted a cigarette.
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Threw the bridle rein on Sathanthus' neck, and rolled and lighted a cigarette.
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
Threw the bridle rein on Sathanthus' neck, and rolled and lighted a cigarette.
Oil on canvas
1905
38 × 26 in. (96.5 × 66 cm)
SUPP2000.702
Pacific Sun Trading Company
Not on view
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The ball, speeding from under the animals' feet, had rolled straight toward the goal.
N.C. Wyeth
1904
"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
Sir Nat and the Horse
Johnny watched Sir Nat rub the gray muzzle, run a quick hand down the ewe neck, stand back critically and proceed to a minute and systematic inspection of the antique nag
N.C. Wyeth
1928
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for Untitled (studies of a horse face, mounted rider and hand holding rein)
Untitled (studies of a horse face, mounted rider and hand holding rein)
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1942
The ball rolled straight to No. 2, who was hovering on the outside.
N.C. Wyeth
1904
I was scared by the report of the gun--so I clinched with the fellow and threw him out.
N.C. Wyeth
1921
When I tried with cracked lips and swollen tongue to babble of what I had witnessed, he called me a liar and threw stones at me so that I had to crawl into a crevice in the rocks to dodge the missiles.
N.C. Wyeth
1914
Deerslayer threw all his force into a desperate effort, ...
N.C. Wyeth
1925
Hugging his shield, de Spain threw his second shot over Sandusky's left shoulder.
N.C. Wyeth
1915
Round the dead man's neck, suspended by a cord, hung the Harvest Moon
N.C. Wyeth
1911
She clung to his neck, looking up at the hot sky, then closed her eyes, for it seemed that the yellow devils of the flood were on them
N.C. Wyeth
1913
The Battle at Glens Falls Each of the combatants threw all his energies into that effort, and the result was, that both tottered on the brink of the precipice
N.C. Wyeth
1919