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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
"Seventy-five pounds of live dynamite with its back humped up."
1903
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"He rose to his feet and flung the six pounds of powerful explosive far out into the great snow comb."
N.C. Wyeth
1906
I ran aft to the clear space abaft the funnel, and there I found the spiggoties shtandin', holdin' a council av war. I fired into the thick av them and had five av them down when that thievin' engineer come sneakin' up behind me and shtruck me on the back av the head wit' a monkey wrench
N.C. Wyeth
1914
The Indian in her had found its way to Portage la Drôme
N.C. Wyeth
1908
The Fugitives
"This way!" the woman whispered. "Into the stream to throw the dog off, though I think it is but a common cur, like its master."
N.C. Wyeth
1922
There the Sweetwater rushed into its greatest pool, and there Mr. Jordan took his flies from the book and got ready to cast
N.C. Wyeth
1912
"Sure, it's Professor Grid to the life!" he said admiringly.
N.C. Wyeth
1910
When the moon arose there was silhouetted across its face the dusky figure of a war-bonneted Sioux, rifle at shoulder, aiming at one of our party. Raising my gun I fired, and the brave came crashing down the bank.
N.C. Wyeth
1916
The attraction of angling for all ages of man, . . . lies in its uncertainty. 'Tis an affair of luck
N.C. Wyeth
1919
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
Headlong he leaped on the Boaster, and, snatching his knife from its scabbard . . .
N.C. Wyeth
1920
"That's right," said the old captain; "take your time and get a good look round. It's your last chance, son!"
N.C. Wyeth
1914
"She didn't come - she didn't come," he said over and over to himself. "She didn't come to see her old dad - and it's Christmas Day"
N.C. Wyeth
1914