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"Ahi! If he hurts so much as the little finger of my captain," Memgumban screamed, "I shall tie you to an ant hill." And he leaped at the Chinaman with his kris
"Ahi! If he hurts so much as the little finger of my captain," Memgumban screamed, "I shall tie you to an ant hill." And he leaped at the Chinaman with his kris
"Ahi! If he hurts so much as the little finger of my captain," Memgumban screamed, "I shall tie you to an ant hill." And he leaped at the Chinaman with his kris
(American, 1882 - 1945)

"Ahi! If he hurts so much as the little finger of my captain," Memgumban screamed, "I shall tie you to an ant hill." And he leaped at the Chinaman with his kris

Oil on canvas
1919
42 × 30 in. (106.7 × 76.2 cm)
88.12
Gift of Lewis C. Ledyard, 1988
Not on view
The Renegade Monk "By the black rood of Waltham!" he roared, "if any knave among you lays a finger-end upon the edge of my gown, I will crush his skull like a filbert!"
The Renegade Monk
"By the black rood of Waltham!" he roared, "if any knave among you lays a finger-end upon the edge of my gown, I will crush his skull like a filbert!"
N.C. Wyeth
1922
Memgumban, back in the steamy hills, was unhappy. The hills were sadly unimproved real estate. Trees full of pythons, jungles swarming with nasty little hill dwarfs who blew poisoned arrows at you as a pasttime.
Memgumban, back in the steamy hills, was unhappy. The hills were sadly unimproved real estate. Trees full of pythons, jungles swarming with nasty little hill dwarfs who blew poisoned arrows at you as a pasttime.
N.C. Wyeth
1919
Now he knew--the gods had reserved her for him! He leaped at her like a lion, shouting: "I too have found what I wanted--my share of the wealth of Asia!"
Now he knew--the gods had reserved her for him! He leaped at her like a lion, shouting: "I too have found what I wanted--my share of the wealth of Asia!"
N.C. Wyeth
1931
The Child "Whosoever shall receive this child in my name receiveth me: and whosoever shall receive me receiveth him that sent me: for he that is least among you all, the same shall be great." --Luke 9 : 48.
The Child "Whosoever shall receive this child in my name receiveth me: and whosoever shall receive me receiveth him that sent me: for he that is least among you all, the same shall be great." --Luke 9 : 48.
N.C. Wyeth
1923
Old Kris
Old Kris
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1925
Portrait of Old Kris
Portrait of Old Kris
Thornton Oakley
1902
"Just out," says Sir Henry. "In fact, we don't keep it. Try a lemon soda. The Mexican pointed his finger at him. "If you have no whiskey," says he, "go out and get some."
"Just out," says Sir Henry. "In fact, we don't keep it. Try a lemon soda. The Mexican pointed his finger at him. "If you have no whiskey," says he, "go out and get some."
N.C. Wyeth
1912
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
Dropping one of the sage-hens I asked the man behind me to pick it up. As he was groping for it I pulled one of my Colt's revolvers, and hit him over the head. He dropped senseless. // "Wheeling about I saw that the other man, hearing the fall, had turned, his hand upon his revolver. It was no time for argument. I fired and killed him."
Dropping one of the sage-hens I asked the man behind me to pick it up. As he was groping for it I pulled one of my Colt's revolvers, and hit him over the head. He dropped senseless. // "Wheeling about I saw that the other man, hearing the fall, had turned, his hand upon his revolver. It was no time for argument. I fired and killed him."
N.C. Wyeth
1916
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
The Governor, infuriated by the attack upon him, thundered: "Stand where you are, or, on my oath, my men shall cut you down!"
The Governor, infuriated by the attack upon him, thundered: "Stand where you are, or, on my oath, my men shall cut you down!"
N.C. Wyeth
1929
"Keep him off fur God's sake!" he screamed.
"Keep him off fur God's sake!" he screamed.
N.C. Wyeth
1906