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I see the cheeks are powder-burnt and there's a mark acrost his forehead like it was one time split open
Image Not Available for I see the cheeks are powder-burnt and there's a mark acrost his forehead like it was one time split open
(American, 1882 - 1945)

I see the cheeks are powder-burnt and there's a mark acrost his forehead like it was one time split open

1919
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"One swing 'f his battle-axe chops off the lock, 'n' there's a dragon black as ink wi' one eye."
"One swing 'f his battle-axe chops off the lock, 'n' there's a dragon black as ink wi' one eye."
N.C. Wyeth
1914
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."
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
But Rodney stepped back, his hand rising to his forehead in salute. "Captain Hurst," he said.
But Rodney stepped back, his hand rising to his forehead in salute. "Captain Hurst," he said.
N.C. Wyeth
1913
"At first, for some time, I was not able to answer him one word; but as he had taken me in his arms, I held fast by him, or I should have fallen to the ground"
"At first, for some time, I was not able to answer him one word; but as he had taken me in his arms, I held fast by him, or I should have fallen to the ground"
N.C. Wyeth
1920
King Mark slew the noble knight Sir Tristram as he sat harping before his lady la Belle Isolde
King Mark slew the noble knight Sir Tristram as he sat harping before his lady la Belle Isolde
N.C. Wyeth
1917
A little after midnight, Jesus and his disciples came down the stair and went out. Mark got up and followed. He had heard rumors of plots and schemes, and he was curious to know what would happen next
A little after midnight, Jesus and his disciples came down the stair and went out. Mark got up and followed. He had heard rumors of plots and schemes, and he was curious to know what would happen next
N.C. Wyeth
1929
I planted the layout and "lamped" out through the transom. I could see them at the head of the stairs, hammering on Kelly's door, and every man had his gun out
I planted the layout and "lamped" out through the transom. I could see them at the head of the stairs, hammering on Kelly's door, and every man had his gun out
N.C. Wyeth
1914
Plate #34 | And even those whose nerves are strong | Must heave a groan when, darkly scowling, | The Quad-ri-wheeleon rolls along | And splits the welkin with his howling.
Plate #34 | And even those whose nerves are strong | Must heave a groan when, darkly scowling, | The Quad-ri-wheeleon rolls along | And splits the welkin with his howling.
Royal Lacey Scoville
ca. 1915
Back and forth across it we went, twisting, straining, holding our strength, each striving to break the grip of the other's fingers on his wrist. I felt his breath upon my face, saw his cold eyes like blue fire burning me.
Back and forth across it we went, twisting, straining, holding our strength, each striving to break the grip of the other's fingers on his wrist. I felt his breath upon my face, saw his cold eyes like blue fire burning me.
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1914
I look up for my land and see instead something like a bird playing tag against the moonshine
I look up for my land and see instead something like a bird playing tag against the moonshine
N.C. Wyeth
1919
I could see only his shaggy head, as huge as a beer-kettle.
I could see only his shaggy head, as huge as a beer-kettle.
N.C. Wyeth
1904
One last tremendous cut which would certainly have split him to the chin[e] had it not been intercepted by our big signboard of Admiral Benbow
One last tremendous cut which would certainly have split him to the chin[e] had it not been intercepted by our big signboard of Admiral Benbow
N.C. Wyeth
1911