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He was caught, turned about and turkey-trotted aft toward Captain Bill's cabin, into which he was unceremoniously heaved like a sack of cabbage.
He was caught, turned about and turkey-trotted aft toward Captain Bill's cabin, into which he was unceremoniously heaved like a sack of cabbage.
He was caught, turned about and turkey-trotted aft toward Captain Bill's cabin, into which he was unceremoniously heaved like a sack of cabbage.
(American, 1882 - 1945)

He was caught, turned about and turkey-trotted aft toward Captain Bill's cabin, into which he was unceremoniously heaved like a sack of cabbage.

Oil on canvas
1916
dimensions unavailable
SUPP2000.1148
location unknown
Not on view
He thrust a dirty, crumpled wad of bills into the gasping mouth.
He thrust a dirty, crumpled wad of bills into the gasping mouth.
N.C. Wyeth
1907
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
He turned and pinned the thing which men die for on the shabby coat of the guide.
He turned and pinned the thing which men die for on the shabby coat of the guide.
N.C. Wyeth
1919
"From an upper snow platform to which the hard blocks were thrown, a second man heaved them over the bank."
"From an upper snow platform to which the hard blocks were thrown, a second man heaved them over the bank."
N.C. Wyeth
1906
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
He never caught a thing and he ruined Jon's reputation as a fisherman
He never caught a thing and he ruined Jon's reputation as a fisherman
N.C. Wyeth
1913
At the door of their little cabin, he kissed her.
At the door of their little cabin, he kissed her.
N.C. Wyeth
1911
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
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
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 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."
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
He turned and faced the rising sun, the light full on his face.
He turned and faced the rising sun, the light full on his face.
N.C. Wyeth
1910
Captain Bill, Rebel, untitled headpiece illustration
Captain Bill, Rebel, untitled headpiece illustration
N.C. Wyeth
1916