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Each Carried in His Hand a Rifle, Loosely, Like a Hunter
Each Carried in His Hand a Rifle, Loosely, Like a Hunter
Each Carried in His Hand a Rifle, Loosely, Like a Hunter
(American, 1882 - 1945)

Each Carried in His Hand a Rifle, Loosely, Like a Hunter

1908
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SUPP2000.1943
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Aimed Carefully at His Breast, Each with His Index Finger Upon His Rifle-Trigger
Aimed Carefully at His Breast, Each with His Index Finger Upon His Rifle-Trigger
N.C. Wyeth
1908
These three carried rifles slung across their pommels, and in front of them rode the stranger.
These three carried rifles slung across their pommels, and in front of them rode the stranger.
N.C. Wyeth
1906
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 had half seen how he had rested his elbow on the hedge and carried his head to one side when he fired that first shot.
I had half seen how he had rested his elbow on the hedge and carried his head to one side when he fired that first shot.
N.C. Wyeth
1911
The Supplicant Cora had cast herself to her knees; and, with hands clenched in each other and pressed upon her bosom, she remained like a beauteous and breathing model of her sex
The Supplicant Cora had cast herself to her knees; and, with hands clenched in each other and pressed upon her bosom, she remained like a beauteous and breathing model of her sex
N.C. Wyeth
1919
The rifle came down through the empty air. Like the wind itself, the silver queen shot into flight.
The rifle came down through the empty air. Like the wind itself, the silver queen shot into flight.
N.C. Wyeth
1916
"--and no sooner had he the arms in his hands but, as if they had put new vigor into him, he flew upon his murderers like a fury"
"--and no sooner had he the arms in his hands but, as if they had put new vigor into him, he flew upon his murderers like a fury"
N.C. Wyeth
1920
Robin Hood and His Companions Lend Aid to Will o' th' Green from Ambush Their arrows flew together, marvellous shots, each finding its prey.
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
Naaman's wife brought the little maid that he himself might hear her. A glow of conviction shines in her face. She knows this prophet of whom she speaks. With childish eagerness, her words tumbling over each other, she urges Naaman to implore his aid
Naaman's wife brought the little maid that he himself might hear her. A glow of conviction shines in her face. She knows this prophet of whom she speaks. With childish eagerness, her words tumbling over each other, she urges Naaman to implore his aid
N.C. Wyeth
1929
At the same moment the door behind Radcliffe crashed open and a dozen men crowded in, rifles in hand.
At the same moment the door behind Radcliffe crashed open and a dozen men crowded in, rifles in hand.
N.C. Wyeth
1912
The Flight Across the Lake The scout having ascertained that the Mohicans were sufficiently of themselves to maintain the requisite distance, deliberately laid aside his paddle, and raised that fatal rifle
The Flight Across the Lake The scout having ascertained that the Mohicans were sufficiently of themselves to maintain the requisite distance, deliberately laid aside his paddle, and raised that fatal rifle
N.C. Wyeth
1919
Death of Orlando Orlando fixed his eyes on the hilt of his sword as on a crucifix, and appeared like a creature seraphical and transfigured, and bowing his head, he breathed out his pure soul
Death of Orlando Orlando fixed his eyes on the hilt of his sword as on a crucifix, and appeared like a creature seraphical and transfigured, and bowing his head, he breathed out his pure soul
N.C. Wyeth
1924