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"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."
"The eight miners followed the treacherous trail cautiously, the wind whipping the red and blue into their faces."
(American, 1882 - 1945)

"The eight miners followed the treacherous trail cautiously, the wind whipping the red and blue into their faces."

Alternate Title(s)
  • The Miners Followed the Treacherous Trail Cautiously, the Cold Wind Whipping Red and Blue into Their Faces; The Eight Miners Followed the Treacherous Trail; Treacherous Trail
Oil on canvas
1906
51 7/8 × 34 in. (131.8 × 86.4 cm)
94.11
Purchased with Museum funds, 1994
Not on view
Image Not Available for In ten seconds his gun was leveled in their gaping faces. "Back!" he yelled, his blue eyes black like a maniac's; "fall back!"
In ten seconds his gun was leveled in their gaping faces. "Back!" he yelled, his blue eyes black like a maniac's; "fall back!"
N.C. Wyeth
1917
A Snow Slide in the City
A Snow Slide in the City
Winslow Homer
1860
Treasure Island, endpaper illustration
Treasure Island, endpaper illustration
N.C. Wyeth
1911
A New International Interest: The American Gold Fields for Impecunious British Noblemen
A New International Interest: The American Gold Fields for Impecunious British Noblemen
Frederick Burr Opper
1880
Faces in the Tent (Three Faces in a Tent)
Faces in the Tent (Three Faces in a Tent)
Frank E. Schoonover
1904
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
". . . . though these folks were evidently amusing themselves, yet they maintained the gravest faces, the most mysterious silence . . . ."
". . . . though these folks were evidently amusing themselves, yet they maintained the gravest faces, the most mysterious silence . . . ."
N.C. Wyeth
1921
When, next night, two horror-stricken faces peered through this doorway, the three still sat where Tsaga had left them.
When, next night, two horror-stricken faces peered through this doorway, the three still sat where Tsaga had left them.
N.C. Wyeth
1913
Would the clock never strike? Nerves were snapping, but faces gave no hint of it.
Would the clock never strike? Nerves were snapping, but faces gave no hint of it.
N.C. Wyeth
1922
They travelled all day through the ever-increasing cold, speaking but little, their faces covered from the deadly frost.
They travelled all day through the ever-increasing cold, speaking but little, their faces covered from the deadly frost.
N.C. Wyeth
1913
Image Not Available for The Fight in the Fore-top At the word three, they poured a volley into the mizzentop; pale, smoke-veiled faces withered away before it, but a volley answered them
The Fight in the Fore-top
At the word three, they poured a volley into the mizzentop; pale, smoke-veiled faces withered away before it, but a volley answered them
N.C. Wyeth
1928
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
N.C. Wyeth
1919