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In the Council Lodge A flaring torch was burning in the place, and sent its red glare from face to face and figure to figure, as it waved in the currents of air
In the Council Lodge A flaring torch was burning in the place, and sent its red glare from face to face and figure to figure, as it waved in the currents of air
In the Council Lodge A flaring torch was burning in the place, and sent its red glare from face to face and figure to figure, as it waved in the currents of air
(American, 1882 - 1945)

In the Council Lodge
A flaring torch was burning in the place, and sent its red glare from face to face and figure to figure, as it waved in the currents of air

Oil on canvas
1919
40 1/8 × 32 in. (101.9 × 81.3 cm)
SUPP2000.1300
Private collection, Chadds Ford, PA
Not on view
Plate #8 | Behind him, skipping on its toes, | (Please do not ask me where its face is) | The Polynesian Wig-wag shows | A ballet dancer's airs and graces.
Plate #8 | Behind him, skipping on its toes, | (Please do not ask me where its face is) | The Polynesian Wig-wag shows | A ballet dancer's airs and graces.
Royal Lacey Scoville
ca. 1915
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.
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
Back and forth across it we went, twisting, straining, holding our strength, each striving to break the grip of the other's fingers on his wrist. I felt his breath upon my face, saw his cold eyes like blue fire burning me.
Back and forth across it we went, twisting, straining, holding our strength, each striving to break the grip of the other's fingers on his wrist. I felt his breath upon my face, saw his cold eyes like blue fire burning me.
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1914
The Masquerader The grim head fell on one side, and in its place appeared the honest, sturdy countenance of the scout
The Masquerader
The grim head fell on one side, and in its place appeared the honest, sturdy countenance of the scout
N.C. Wyeth
1919
Holding a burning brand in the air, he saw the tired king standing there.
Holding a burning brand in the air, he saw the tired king standing there.
N.C. Wyeth
1923
"The eight miners followed the treacherous trail cautiously, the wind whipping the red and blue into their faces."
"The eight miners followed the treacherous trail cautiously, the wind whipping the red and blue into their faces."
N.C. Wyeth
1906
Suddenly the bag opened, and a torrent of letters fell to the floor. 'Genie's face flushed red as fire.
Suddenly the bag opened, and a torrent of letters fell to the floor. 'Genie's face flushed red as fire.
N.C. Wyeth
1912
Robin Hood and His Companions Lend Aid to Will o' th' Green from Ambush Their arrows flew together, marvellous shots, each finding its prey.
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 . . .
Headlong he leaped on the Boaster, and, snatching his knife from its scabbard . . .
N.C. Wyeth
1920
There the Sweetwater rushed into its greatest pool, and there Mr. Jordan took his flies from the book and got ready to cast
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
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
Genghis Khan's eyes were fixed upon the dark scarred face of the young man in front of him. Little could be hidden from those eyes, and suddenly the young man knew that he stood revealed. The inscrutable eyes gave no sign, but at last Genghis Khan beckoned to the girl, and she came and stood beside him.
Genghis Khan's eyes were fixed upon the dark scarred face of the young man in front of him. Little could be hidden from those eyes, and suddenly the young man knew that he stood revealed. The inscrutable eyes gave no sign, but at last Genghis Khan beckoned to the girl, and she came and stood beside him.
N.C. Wyeth
1932