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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
. . . they'd seen me shooting about five feet into the air
Oil on canvas
1919
33 1/2 × 19 5/8 in. (85.1 × 49.8 cm)
96.1.554
Bequest of Carolyn Wyeth, 1996
Not on view
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Just as the baby's feet cleared the ground Padfoot leaped into the air and buried his teeth into the feathers of his old enemy.
N.C. Wyeth
1923
I ran aft to the clear space abaft the funnel, and there I found the spiggoties shtandin', holdin' a council av war. I fired into the thick av them and had five av them down when that thievin' engineer come sneakin' up behind me and shtruck me on the back av the head wit' a monkey wrench
N.C. Wyeth
1914
He staggered to his feet and gazed wildly about him
N.C. Wyeth
1907
Plate #8 | Behind him, skipping on its toes, | (Please do not ask me where its face is) | The Polynesian Wig-wag shows | A ballet dancer's airs and graces.
Royal Lacey Scoville
ca. 1915
"They'd git you, Jack, if you did," suggested the law-man grimly.
N.C. Wyeth
1905
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
Next to me was a girl who looked about eighteen. On the other side was an old fellow with a long gray beard.
N.C. Wyeth
1929
As I turned I saw her kneeling there, her hair all about her face, with her hands stretched out to me: and then I walked blindly away into the long grass of the marsh
N.C. Wyeth
1921
untitled (men shooting at target)
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1909 / 1912
untitled (five sheep in a barnyard)
N.C. Wyeth
Prior to 1902
She Seemed About Four Miles Off from Me, and There was a Right Cold Current Blowin' in My Direction
N.C. Wyeth
1905
She was as slim as a boy, and danced with a lightness and suppleness of body and arms and hands unlike anything I have ever seen
N.C. Wyeth
1923
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I look up for my land and see instead something like a bird playing tag against the moonshine