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He was the sickest-lookin' thing that ever escaped death.
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
He was the sickest-lookin' thing that ever escaped death.
Oil on canvas
1914
34 × 25 in. (86.4 × 63.5 cm)
SUPP2000.693
Private collection
Not on view
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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
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
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
He never caught a thing and he ruined Jon's reputation as a fisherman
N.C. Wyeth
1913
He turned and pinned the thing which men die for on the shabby coat of the guide.
N.C. Wyeth
1919
"Now, mark me, mine host," Sir Daniel said, "follow but mine orders and I shall be your good lord ever"
N.C. Wyeth
1916
She was as slim as a boy, and danced with a lightness and suppleness of body and arms and hands unlike anything I have ever seen
N.C. Wyeth
1923
Alleyne Fights on the Banks of the Garonne
Back and back gave Tranter, ever seeking time for a last cut. On and on came Alleyne.
N.C. Wyeth
1922
"I'm Going to Give You About the Worst Licking You Ever Heard Tell Of"
N.C. Wyeth
1908
The Escaped Horse--The Trial of the Calf
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1900
We Escaped in the Boat
Howard Pyle
1894
So Hate That is Brother to Death Was in the Heart of Craftainy the Harper for Cormac Conloingias.
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1919