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The boyhood of C. A. Lindbergh yields many clues to his personality as a man
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
The boyhood of C. A. Lindbergh yields many clues to his personality as a man
Oil on canvas
1931
25 1/4 × 30 1/4 in. (64.1 × 76.8 cm)
SUPP2000.1845
Private collection, TX
Not on view
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Alleyne's ride with a message for the Prince He was dizzy, sick, faint, but he must not die, and he must not tarry, for his life meant many lives that day.
N.C. Wyeth
1922
Finally, the great scene of boyhood, the scene which will endear its hero to every generation of boys forever, the original of all the Jack the Giant Killer stories--David and Goliath
N.C. Wyeth
1929
--A careless, strong willful white man who had lived the Indian life for many years--
N.C. Wyeth
1908
At a bend in the Sauk River, the Lindbergh saga in America began
N.C. Wyeth
1931
It Took Much Urging to Get Phil to Yield
Ellen Bernard Thompson Pyle
ca. 1899
The Lindberghs. The Family's Own Story, untitled headpiece decoration (seagulls)
N.C. Wyeth
1931
Untitled (monochrome portrait of an old man, ? N. C. Wyeth's grandfather)
N.C. Wyeth
not dated
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
The man with the hatful of cards picked a hand out of his reserves, put the hat on his head and raised Bill a hundred. Bill came back with a raise of two hundred, and as the other covered it he shoved a pistol into his face observing: "I'm calling the hand that is in your hat."
N.C. Wyeth
1916
How Many Millions One Can Only Guess
N.C. Wyeth
1905
The story of the battle upon the tumbling decks of the Nathan Ross was to be retold at many a gam upon the whaling-grounds.
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1919
Deep in hollow sockets his hot eyes burned, red with fever. He sat his horse like an old man, haggard and bent.
N.C. Wyeth
1912