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No four-year-old in the county / Could beat him for pretty and strong
No four-year-old in the county / Could beat him for pretty and strong
No four-year-old in the county / Could beat him for pretty and strong
(American, 1882 - 1945)

No four-year-old in the county / Could beat him for pretty and strong

Alternate Title(s)
  • Little Breeches; No four-year-old in the country / Could beat him for pretty and strong;
Oil on canvas
1912
32 1/8 × 25 in. (81.6 × 63.5 cm)
82.2
Bequest of Virginia M. Hightower, 1982
Not on view
The sun beat down upon him. The dry, white dust beat up around him. The girl sagged and lolled on his shoulder
The sun beat down upon him. The dry, white dust beat up around him. The girl sagged and lolled on his shoulder
N.C. Wyeth
1916
--A careless, strong willful white man who had lived the Indian life for many years--
--A careless, strong willful white man who had lived the Indian life for many years--
N.C. Wyeth
1908
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
Image Not Available for He was searching the Old Testament for some strong and bitter text.
He was searching the Old Testament for some strong and bitter text.
N.C. Wyeth
1906
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
He glanced furtively at the faces of the four men about him.
He glanced furtively at the faces of the four men about him.
N.C. Wyeth
1904
He were n't no saint,--them engineers / Is all pretty much alike
He were n't no saint,--them engineers / Is all pretty much alike
N.C. Wyeth
1912
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
The White Company Day was already breaking in the east, and Sir Nigel's company, three hundred strong, were on their way for the defile.
The White Company
Day was already breaking in the east, and Sir Nigel's company, three hundred strong, were on their way for the defile.
N.C. Wyeth
1922
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
"'You're pretty swift, aren't you?' she said cuttingly"
"'You're pretty swift, aren't you?' she said cuttingly"
N.C. Wyeth
1908
"Four different sizes o' shoes," said Peter Smith. "Right," agreed Kilmair; "four hombres and one senorita. I don't think we'll be welcomed."
"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