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Octave plunged down the chute, leaning forward on the three huge logs chained together.
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
Octave plunged down the chute, leaning forward on the three huge logs chained together.
Oil on canvas
1920
35 1/2 × 25 in. (90.2 × 63.5 cm)
SUPP2000.1397
Private collection
Not on view
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Captives When the pilot chosen for the task of guiding the canoe had taken his station, the whole band plunged again into the river, the vessel glided down the current and in a few moments the captives found themselves on the south bank of the stream.
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1919
The Sailing of the Yellow Cog
The breeze blew, the sail bellied, over heeled the portly vessel, and away she plunged through the smooth blue rollers.
N.C. Wyeth
1922
Down We Went Together
Frank E. Schoonover
1901
I could see only his shaggy head, as huge as a beer-kettle.
N.C. Wyeth
1904
The Passing of Robin Hood Leaning heavily against Little John's sobbing breast, Robin Hood flew his last arrow out through the window, far away into the deep green of the trees.
N.C. Wyeth
1917
The Sea-Serpent and Angelica The huge monster soon came in sight, part of his body appearing above the waves and part concealed
N.C. Wyeth
1924
It showed me Hands and his companion locked together in deadly wrestle
N.C. Wyeth
1911
Robin Hood and His Companions Lend Aid to Will o' th' Green from Ambush
Their arrows flew together, marvellous shots, each finding its prey.
N.C. Wyeth
1917
Too tired and weak to guide his horse, he could only hang to his saddle and trust to the beast's instinct to avoid destruction! And to spur--ever to spur--praying that he might reach help before brain and body failed together.
N.C. Wyeth
1912
untitled (sailor leaning against a wall)
N.C. Wyeth
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"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
The enemy had re-formed the line and bounded forward as if thrown by a spring. Richard had thrown the helmet over the Saracens' heads. "Look at me!"
N.C. Wyeth
1931