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Think What Might Happen if It Was Not Protected by Those Hills!
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Think What Might Happen if It Was Not Protected by Those Hills!
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
Think What Might Happen if It Was Not Protected by Those Hills!
Oil on canvas
1913
approximately 30 1/4 x 38 in. (76.8 x 96.5 cm)
SUPP2000.1738
Private collection
Not on view
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Memgumban, back in the steamy hills, was unhappy. The hills were sadly unimproved real estate. Trees full of pythons, jungles swarming with nasty little hill dwarfs who blew poisoned arrows at you as a pasttime.
N.C. Wyeth
1919
A little after midnight, Jesus and his disciples came down the stair and went out. Mark got up and followed. He had heard rumors of plots and schemes, and he was curious to know what would happen next
N.C. Wyeth
1929
untitled (Chadds Ford landscape sketch of hills, with rail fence and unfinished tree in foreground)
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1912 / 1915
Chadds Ford Hills
N.C. Wyeth
1927
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for Louise Loved to Climb to the Summit of One of the Barren Hills Flanking the River, and Stand There While the Wind Blew.
Louise Loved to Climb to the Summit of One of the Barren Hills Flanking the River, and Stand There While the Wind Blew.
N.C. Wyeth
1907
The Indian Longthought
"All night they drum, and never cease until the Sun, the Bloody Hunter, sets the hills on fire"
N.C. Wyeth
1928
Study for a Landscape Mural (hills and a farm)
N.C. Wyeth
1927
"Do You Happen to Be Looking for Me?"
N.C. Wyeth
1910
John Rucker had become the dark cloud in my life. I think now that I was afraid of him because my mother was
N.C. Wyeth
1921
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
"Four different sizes o' shoes," said Peter Smith. "Right," agreed Kilmair; "four hombres and one senorita. I don't think we'll be welcomed."
N.C. Wyeth
1919
My confusion, I think, derived from my complete unfamiliarity with this sort of thing. I sat breathless, watching the strange exotic creature before me
N.C. Wyeth
1923