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Next to me was a girl who looked about eighteen. On the other side was an old fellow with a long gray beard.
Next to me was a girl who looked about eighteen. On the other side was an old fellow with a long gray beard.
Next to me was a girl who looked about eighteen. On the other side was an old fellow with a long gray beard.
(American, 1882 - 1945)

Next to me was a girl who looked about eighteen. On the other side was an old fellow with a long gray beard.

Alternate Title(s)
  • It Was a Rough Ride
Oil on canvas
1929
41 1/2 × 35 3/4 in. (105.4 × 90.8 cm)
SUPP2000.462
American Illustrators Gallery, New York, NY
Not on view
The Next Morning at Sunrise Abe Hawley and the Girl He had Waited for so Long Started on the North Trail Together
The Next Morning at Sunrise Abe Hawley and the Girl He had Waited for so Long Started on the North Trail Together
N.C. Wyeth
1907
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
As I turned I saw her kneeling there, her hair all about her face, with her hands stretched out to me: and then I walked blindly away into the long grass of the marsh
As I turned I saw her kneeling there, her hair all about her face, with her hands stretched out to me: and then I walked blindly away into the long grass of the marsh
N.C. Wyeth
1921
And Looked Out Beyond the Tumbled Shore Ice to the Steel-Gray Angry Waters
And Looked Out Beyond the Tumbled Shore Ice to the Steel-Gray Angry Waters
N.C. Wyeth
1908
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
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
"Don't mind me, fellows! Keep right on!" he shouted.
"Don't mind me, fellows! Keep right on!" he shouted.
N.C. Wyeth
1904
And there, quite close to him, was Elizabeth among her ladies, in a dressing gown, unpainted, without her wig, her gray hair hanging in wisps about her face, and her eyes starting from her head.
And there, quite close to him, was Elizabeth among her ladies, in a dressing gown, unpainted, without her wig, her gray hair hanging in wisps about her face, and her eyes starting from her head.
N.C. Wyeth
1928
"I remember," writes Buffalo Bill, "the next day father began trading with the Indians, who were so pleased over the bargins we offered that they sent their friends back to us after they cantered away."
"I remember," writes Buffalo Bill, "the next day father began trading with the Indians, who were so pleased over the bargins we offered that they sent their friends back to us after they cantered away."
N.C. Wyeth
1916
He looked at the boy a long time and fancied he could see some resemblance to the portrait.
He looked at the boy a long time and fancied he could see some resemblance to the portrait.
N.C. Wyeth
1930 / 1931
The Hag of the Rock An old, old woman, gray-eyed, hook-nosed, wrinkled, was sitting on the rock and busily spinning.
The Hag of the Rock
An old, old woman, gray-eyed, hook-nosed, wrinkled, was sitting on the rock and busily spinning.
N.C. Wyeth
1912
From his place at the farther side of the cafe, the shabby stranger looked on with furtive intentness.
From his place at the farther side of the cafe, the shabby stranger looked on with furtive intentness.
N.C. Wyeth
1912