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Too tired and weak to guide his horse, he could only hang to his saddle and trust to the beast's instinct to avoid destruction! And to spur--ever to spur--praying that he might reach help before brain and body failed together.
Too tired and weak to guide his horse, he could only hang to his saddle and trust to the beast's instinct to avoid destruction! And to spur--ever to spur--praying that he might reach help before brain and body failed together.
Too tired and weak to guide his horse, he could only hang to his saddle and trust to the beast's instinct to avoid destruction! And to spur--ever to spur--praying that he might reach help before brain and body failed together.
(American, 1882 - 1945)

Too tired and weak to guide his horse, he could only hang to his saddle and trust to the beast's instinct to avoid destruction! And to spur--ever to spur--praying that he might reach help before brain and body failed together.

Alternate Title(s)
  • The Courier; The Private; The Wounded Dispatch Bearer
Oil on canvas
1912
33 1/4 × 47 1/4 in. (84.5 × 120 cm)
SUPP2000.766
Collection of Mr. and Mrs. Frank E. Fowler
Not on view
The Brushwood Folk and the Castle of Villefranche High and strong the chateau, lowly and weak the brushwood hut, but God help the seigneur and his lady when the men of the brushwood set their hands to the work of revenge!
The Brushwood Folk and the Castle of Villefranche High and strong the chateau, lowly and weak the brushwood hut, but God help the seigneur and his lady when the men of the brushwood set their hands to the work of revenge!
N.C. Wyeth
1922
Kennedy Had the Girl in the Saddle Before Him, Shielded by His Body
Kennedy Had the Girl in the Saddle Before Him, Shielded by His Body
N.C. Wyeth
1910
Plate #33 | Unhappy Tompkins! Once again | He almost faints away, poor fellow! | Enough it is to turn his brain | When he perceives the fierce Mon'grello.
Plate #33 | Unhappy Tompkins! Once again | He almost faints away, poor fellow! | Enough it is to turn his brain | When he perceives the fierce Mon'grello.
Royal Lacey Scoville
ca. 1915
But Sir Henry never stopped. He kept right on. When he reached the top step he braced his foot on it and gave a mighty spring and caught the Greaser around the waist and swung him clean out of the saddle.
But Sir Henry never stopped. He kept right on. When he reached the top step he braced his foot on it and gave a mighty spring and caught the Greaser around the waist and swung him clean out of the saddle.
N.C. Wyeth
1912
A Cloud Of Dust Poured Over Him, He Lashed Down Wildly. After That There Was Nothing But Spinning Haze In Which He and His Saddle Rocked and Spun....
A Cloud Of Dust Poured Over Him, He Lashed Down Wildly. After That There Was Nothing But Spinning Haze In Which He and His Saddle Rocked and Spun....
N.C. Wyeth
1925
Kindly but sternly Eli watched the little Samuel. Had he been too indulgent with his own boys? He must not make the same mistake with this young life. Earnestly he taught and admonished and corrected, and "the child Samuel grew on, and was in favor both with the Lord, and also with men"
Kindly but sternly Eli watched the little Samuel. Had he been too indulgent with his own boys? He must not make the same mistake with this young life. Earnestly he taught and admonished and corrected, and "the child Samuel grew on, and was in favor both with the Lord, and also with men"
N.C. Wyeth
1928
We were three days taking out even what gold and gems we could load on ourselves and our beasts, the treasure of three queens' pardons
We were three days taking out even what gold and gems we could load on ourselves and our beasts, the treasure of three queens' pardons
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1922
He received the ball, rushed forward, and sprang up and out with all his might.
He received the ball, rushed forward, and sprang up and out with all his might.
N.C. Wyeth
1904
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
Jonathan shot, as he walked along, and the boy, running ahead, picked up the arrows and brought them back. And when they were out of sight of the court, they went toward a rock named Ezel, accessible from the wilderness and not far from the road. There David had hidden, straining his ears for the words that might mean life or death
Jonathan shot, as he walked along, and the boy, running ahead, picked up the arrows and brought them back. And when they were out of sight of the court, they went toward a rock named Ezel, accessible from the wilderness and not far from the road. There David had hidden, straining his ears for the words that might mean life or death
N.C. Wyeth
1929
Ten thousand dollars! Why, even one thousand dollars would keep him clothed, housed and fed for the few remaining years of his life and there would be enough left over to keep his old body out of Potter's Field. His hands trembled and the white fire of the diamonds flashed more temptingly.
Ten thousand dollars! Why, even one thousand dollars would keep him clothed, housed and fed for the few remaining years of his life and there would be enough left over to keep his old body out of Potter's Field. His hands trembled and the white fire of the diamonds flashed more temptingly.
N.C. Wyeth
1914
Plate #16 | And this destructive looking beast | (I'd hate to meet him in an alley | At night) -- you'll guess his name, at least: | The Whing-whang of the Kongo Valley.
Plate #16 | And this destructive looking beast | (I'd hate to meet him in an alley | At night) -- you'll guess his name, at least: | The Whing-whang of the Kongo Valley.
Royal Lacey Scoville
ca. 1915