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"She Rode on for Nearly Half an Hour, Bravely Enduring Her Pain"
"She Rode on for Nearly Half an Hour, Bravely Enduring Her Pain"
"She Rode on for Nearly Half an Hour, Bravely Enduring Her Pain"
(American, 1882 - 1945)

"She Rode on for Nearly Half an Hour, Bravely Enduring Her Pain"

Oil on canvas
1908
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SUPP2000.2458
known by reproduction only
May 1908 Ladies' Home Journal® Magazine. Used with permission of the publisher.
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The Blind Beggar on the Isle of Mull In about half an hour of walk, I over took a great, ragged man, moving pretty fast but feeling before him with a staff
The Blind Beggar on the Isle of Mull
In about half an hour of walk, I over took a great, ragged man, moving pretty fast but feeling before him with a staff
N.C. Wyeth
1913
The tall, patient Dane--the kind, the trusting Dane--waiting bravely for the treacherous blow with the tin cup on his head.
The tall, patient Dane--the kind, the trusting Dane--waiting bravely for the treacherous blow with the tin cup on his head.
N.C. Wyeth
1907
And She Cast Her Arms about Him, and at Once They Rode Away
And She Cast Her Arms about Him, and at Once They Rode Away
Louis John Rhead
ca. 1898
Dan, nearly unseated, had dropped his lance to catch hold of his charger's wool.
Dan, nearly unseated, had dropped his lance to catch hold of his charger's wool.
N.C. Wyeth
1930 /1931
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 Meeting of the Generals As soon as this slight salutation had passed, Montcalm moved towards them with a quick but graceful step, baring his head to the veteran and dropping his spotless plume nearly to the earth in courtesy
The Meeting of the Generals
As soon as this slight salutation had passed, Montcalm moved towards them with a quick but graceful step, baring his head to the veteran and dropping his spotless plume nearly to the earth in courtesy
N.C. Wyeth
1919
Not withstanding her age she was compelled to follow the convoy of prisoners on foot, without any alleviation of her suffering.
Not withstanding her age she was compelled to follow the convoy of prisoners on foot, without any alleviation of her suffering.
N.C. Wyeth
1927
Ivy shut her eyes when she hit now. Those gibbering monkey men did not know it, but Ivy in her terror knew it; no longer was it arms swinging a vindictive ax, but it was an ax of panic swinging helpless arms.
Ivy shut her eyes when she hit now. Those gibbering monkey men did not know it, but Ivy in her terror knew it; no longer was it arms swinging a vindictive ax, but it was an ax of panic swinging helpless arms.
N.C. Wyeth
1930
I jumped down into the stream and caught her in my arms as she was losing her hold
I jumped down into the stream and caught her in my arms as she was losing her hold
N.C. Wyeth
1921
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
"They fought with him on foot more than three hours, both before him and behind him"
"They fought with him on foot more than three hours, both before him and behind him"
N.C. Wyeth
1917
That endless stream across the Dubuque ferry was flowing on ahead of me, and the fast-going part of it was passing me every hour like swift schooners outstripping a slow, round-bellied Dutch square-rigger
That endless stream across the Dubuque ferry was flowing on ahead of me, and the fast-going part of it was passing me every hour like swift schooners outstripping a slow, round-bellied Dutch square-rigger
N.C. Wyeth
1921