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He stopped two or three steps up and sang me a little song-quite like the old Dave
He stopped two or three steps up and sang me a little song-quite like the old Dave
He stopped two or three steps up and sang me a little song-quite like the old Dave
(American, 1882 - 1945)

He stopped two or three steps up and sang me a little song-quite like the old Dave

Oil on canvas
1913
47 × 38 in. (119.4 × 96.5 cm)
SUPP2000.1071
Private collection
Not on view
Ogier and Morgana Ogier dismounted and took some steps along the stream, but was soon stopped by meeting a young beauty, such as they paint the graces.
Ogier and Morgana Ogier dismounted and took some steps along the stream, but was soon stopped by meeting a young beauty, such as they paint the graces.
N.C. Wyeth
1924
The Three Friends The bowman sang snatches of French love songs in a voice which might have scared the most stouthearted maiden.
The Three Friends
The bowman sang snatches of French love songs in a voice which might have scared the most stouthearted maiden.
N.C. Wyeth
1922
But Sir Henry never stopped. He kept right on. When he reached the top step he braced his foot on it and gave a mighty spring and caught the Greaser around the waist and swung him clean out of the saddle.
But Sir Henry never stopped. He kept right on. When he reached the top step he braced his foot on it and gave a mighty spring and caught the Greaser around the waist and swung him clean out of the saddle.
N.C. Wyeth
1912
The Torrent in the Valley of Glencoe I had scarce time to measure the distance or to understand the peril before I had followed him, and he had caught and stopped me
The Torrent in the Valley of Glencoe
I had scarce time to measure the distance or to understand the peril before I had followed him, and he had caught and stopped me
N.C. Wyeth
1913
The Haunted House (Catherine Duke Quickened her Steps)
The Haunted House (Catherine Duke Quickened her Steps)
Howard Pyle
1904
"We'll lave it up to the termites," says he, and he sat down and lit another cigarette. He'd smoked three before wan av the termites arrived and bit the poor lip ave me . . .
"We'll lave it up to the termites," says he, and he sat down and lit another cigarette. He'd smoked three before wan av the termites arrived and bit the poor lip ave me . . .
N.C. Wyeth
1914
Plate #13 | Then with a monk upon its track | Steps forth an impish kind of birdie | First cousin to the jumping Jack | The Variegated Hurdi-Gurdi.
Plate #13 | Then with a monk upon its track | Steps forth an impish kind of birdie | First cousin to the jumping Jack | The Variegated Hurdi-Gurdi.
Royal Lacey Scoville
ca. 1915
And Lawless, keeping half a step in front of his companion and holding his head forward like a hunting-dog upon the scent, . . . studied out their path
And Lawless, keeping half a step in front of his companion and holding his head forward like a hunting-dog upon the scent, . . . studied out their path
N.C. Wyeth
1916
When he was fourteen, Michael Strogoff had killed his first bear, quite alone.
When he was fourteen, Michael Strogoff had killed his first bear, quite alone.
N.C. Wyeth
1927
There was a flash of circling steel, a report, and the little Sheriff crumpled up like a jackrabbit
There was a flash of circling steel, a report, and the little Sheriff crumpled up like a jackrabbit
N.C. Wyeth
1909
A little after midnight, Jesus and his disciples came down the stair and went out. Mark got up and followed. He had heard rumors of plots and schemes, and he was curious to know what would happen next
A little after midnight, Jesus and his disciples came down the stair and went out. Mark got up and followed. He had heard rumors of plots and schemes, and he was curious to know what would happen next
N.C. Wyeth
1929
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