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We sweltered and almost suffocated. Rowena buried her face in her shawl and swayed as if falling.
We sweltered and almost suffocated. Rowena buried her face in her shawl and swayed as if falling.
We sweltered and almost suffocated. Rowena buried her face in her shawl and swayed as if falling.
(American, 1882 - 1945)

We sweltered and almost suffocated. Rowena buried her face in her shawl and swayed as if falling.

Alternate Title(s)
  • The Prairie Fire; Rowena buried her face in her shawl.
Oil on canvas
1921
30 1/2 × 41 in. (77.5 × 104.1 cm)
SUPP2000.102
Private collection
Not on view
I remember how Rowena looked back at us, as the Gowdy buggy went off like the wind, with Buck's arm behind the girl to keep her from jouncing out
I remember how Rowena looked back at us, as the Gowdy buggy went off like the wind, with Buck's arm behind the girl to keep her from jouncing out
N.C. Wyeth
1921
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
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
Naaman's wife brought the little maid that he himself might hear her. A glow of conviction shines in her face. She knows this prophet of whom she speaks. With childish eagerness, her words tumbling over each other, she urges Naaman to implore his aid
Naaman's wife brought the little maid that he himself might hear her. A glow of conviction shines in her face. She knows this prophet of whom she speaks. With childish eagerness, her words tumbling over each other, she urges Naaman to implore his aid
N.C. Wyeth
1929
The Mother of John Paul Jones A woman's drawn, sad face appeared at the door; she picked up the package, weighed it in her hand, then despite her years, shouted with extraordinary vigor at the fleeing youngster
The Mother of John Paul Jones
A woman's drawn, sad face appeared at the door; she picked up the package, weighed it in her hand, then despite her years, shouted with extraordinary vigor at the fleeing youngster
N.C. Wyeth
1928
Before me sat the Virgin Queen of Balkh; with a shock I realized that her face was wholly unveiled.
Before me sat the Virgin Queen of Balkh; with a shock I realized that her face was wholly unveiled.
N.C. Wyeth
1923
A few minutes before we had almost died in a raging blizzard -- and here was a green valley bathed in sunlight and warmth.
A few minutes before we had almost died in a raging blizzard -- and here was a green valley bathed in sunlight and warmth.
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1943 / 1944
Then he looked in her face, playing softer and softer
Then he looked in her face, playing softer and softer
N.C. Wyeth
1913
A dozen bullets I must've pumped out and we sweeping nearer to her every second.
A dozen bullets I must've pumped out and we sweeping nearer to her every second.
N.C. Wyeth
1919
In the excitement we forgot to fetch Louise's clothes . . . won't you lend her some?
In the excitement we forgot to fetch Louise's clothes . . . won't you lend her some?
Frank E. Schoonover
1927
The last morning Rowena came to my fire and, snatching the spider from me, took the job off my hands, baking the cakes while I ate
The last morning Rowena came to my fire and, snatching the spider from me, took the job off my hands, baking the cakes while I ate
N.C. Wyeth
1921
Just as the baby's feet cleared the ground Padfoot leaped into the air and buried his teeth into the feathers of his old enemy.
Just as the baby's feet cleared the ground Padfoot leaped into the air and buried his teeth into the feathers of his old enemy.
N.C. Wyeth
1923