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We rode quietly until the suburbs had dropped behind, and then lashed out furiously. (left side)
We rode quietly until the suburbs had dropped behind, and then lashed out furiously. (left side)
We rode quietly until the suburbs had dropped behind, and then lashed out furiously. (left side)
(American, 1882 - 1945)

We rode quietly until the suburbs had dropped behind, and then lashed out furiously. (left side)

Alternate Title(s)
  • The Young Zealander
Oil on canvas
1923
32 × 34 in. (81.3 × 86.4 cm)
SUPP2000.1290
Bank of America Merrill Lynch Collection
Not on view
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We rode quietly until the suburbs had dropped behind, and then lashed out furiously. (right side)
N.C. Wyeth
1923
Suddenly the restful quiet of the morning was broken by Pablo. . . . Gray paused in the middle of a sentence and with Morgan and Jo started for the gate. Bill dropped his paper and got to his feet (left side)
Suddenly the restful quiet of the morning was broken by Pablo. . . . Gray paused in the middle of a sentence and with Morgan and Jo started for the gate. Bill dropped his paper and got to his feet (left side)
N.C. Wyeth
1925
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
Suddenly the restful quiet of the morning was broken by Pablo. . . . Gray paused in the middle of a sentence and with Morgan and Jo started for the gate. Bill dropped his paper and got to his feet (right side)
Suddenly the restful quiet of the morning was broken by Pablo. . . . Gray paused in the middle of a sentence and with Morgan and Jo started for the gate. Bill dropped his paper and got to his feet (right side)
N.C. Wyeth
1925
The effect was startling. The man's feet left the ground and he fell with a thud as if dropped from some height . . .
The effect was startling. The man's feet left the ground and he fell with a thud as if dropped from some height . . .
N.C. Wyeth
1925
"I am advertising the Brotherhood of Man, Simplicity, Truth, and Freedom from Possessions" (left side)
"I am advertising the Brotherhood of Man, Simplicity, Truth, and Freedom from Possessions" (left side)
N.C. Wyeth
1914
Dan, nearly unseated, had dropped his lance to catch hold of his charger's wool.
Dan, nearly unseated, had dropped his lance to catch hold of his charger's wool.
N.C. Wyeth
1930 /1931
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
Behind Simpson's dead-mule barricade we made ready for attack from the circling redskins. The carcases were soon stuck full of arrows, and Woods was winged in the shoulder.
Behind Simpson's dead-mule barricade we made ready for attack from the circling redskins. The carcases were soon stuck full of arrows, and Woods was winged in the shoulder.
N.C. Wyeth
1916
"So we rode in, right cheerful"
"So we rode in, right cheerful"
N.C. Wyeth
1905
A Cloud Of Dust Poured Over Him, He Lashed Down Wildly. After That There Was Nothing But Spinning Haze In Which He and His Saddle Rocked and Spun....
A Cloud Of Dust Poured Over Him, He Lashed Down Wildly. After That There Was Nothing But Spinning Haze In Which He and His Saddle Rocked and Spun....
N.C. Wyeth
1925
Lastly, a little before dawn, a spearman had come staggering to the moat side, pierced by arrows
Lastly, a little before dawn, a spearman had come staggering to the moat side, pierced by arrows
N.C. Wyeth
1916