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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.
But Rodney stepped back, his hand rising to his forehead in salute. "Captain Hurst," he said.
(American, 1882 - 1945)

But Rodney stepped back, his hand rising to his forehead in salute. "Captain Hurst," he said.

1913
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The man with the hatful of cards picked a hand out of his reserves, put the hat on his head and raised Bill a hundred. Bill came back with a raise of two hundred, and as the other covered it he shoved a pistol into his face observing: "I'm calling the hand that is in your hat."
The man with the hatful of cards picked a hand out of his reserves, put the hat on his head and raised Bill a hundred. Bill came back with a raise of two hundred, and as the other covered it he shoved a pistol into his face observing: "I'm calling the hand that is in your hat."
N.C. Wyeth
1916
He turned and faced the rising sun, the light full on his face.
He turned and faced the rising sun, the light full on his face.
N.C. Wyeth
1910
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
I see the cheeks are powder-burnt and there's a mark acrost his forehead like it was one time split open
N.C. Wyeth
1919
Image Not Available for In ten seconds his gun was leveled in their gaping faces. "Back!" he yelled, his blue eyes black like a maniac's; "fall back!"
In ten seconds his gun was leveled in their gaping faces. "Back!" he yelled, his blue eyes black like a maniac's; "fall back!"
N.C. Wyeth
1917
"Take Me Back--Inside," Alice Said to the Man Who Had Her in His Arms. "I Feel Cold Here."
"Take Me Back--Inside," Alice Said to the Man Who Had Her in His Arms. "I Feel Cold Here."
N.C. Wyeth
1908
He spread his sail of pandanus leaves and headed back toward New Caledonia
He spread his sail of pandanus leaves and headed back toward New Caledonia
N.C. Wyeth
1916
Jonathan shot, as he walked along, and the boy, running ahead, picked up the arrows and brought them back. And when they were out of sight of the court, they went toward a rock named Ezel, accessible from the wilderness and not far from the road. There David had hidden, straining his ears for the words that might mean life or death
Jonathan shot, as he walked along, and the boy, running ahead, picked up the arrows and brought them back. And when they were out of sight of the court, they went toward a rock named Ezel, accessible from the wilderness and not far from the road. There David had hidden, straining his ears for the words that might mean life or death
N.C. Wyeth
1929
The boy, Moses, clad in princely garments, witnessed the bitter suffering of his people at the hands of the Egyptian taskmasters. As he grew in years he became increasingly conscious of his kinship with the oppressed and exploited workers
The boy, Moses, clad in princely garments, witnessed the bitter suffering of his people at the hands of the Egyptian taskmasters. As he grew in years he became increasingly conscious of his kinship with the oppressed and exploited workers
N.C. Wyeth
1928
"--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
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
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
"Ahi! If he hurts so much as the little finger of my captain," Memgumban screamed, "I shall tie you to an ant hill." And he leaped at the Chinaman with his kris
"Ahi! If he hurts so much as the little finger of my captain," Memgumban screamed, "I shall tie you to an ant hill." And he leaped at the Chinaman with his kris
N.C. Wyeth
1919