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He staggered to his feet and gazed wildly about him
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
He staggered to his feet and gazed wildly about him
1907
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A Cloud Of Dust Poured Over Him, He Lashed Down Wildly. After That There Was Nothing But Spinning Haze In Which He and His Saddle Rocked and Spun....
N.C. Wyeth
1925
He Gazed and Gazed until His Heart Melted within Him
Howard Pyle
1890
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
On the Sea Wall with John Paul Jones
For a long moment Paul Jones gazed out over the crowded shipping, down the long narrow harbor, out to the open water. He whistled dolefully between his teeth
N.C. Wyeth
1928
The books that are written about Him as the Son of God almost forget that His favorite title for Himself was the Son of Man.
N.C. Wyeth
1924
Here, in his own element, the message of the trails was strongest. . . . It surged about him.
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1917
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for He waved his hand indefinitely toward the valley that lay at their feet.
He waved his hand indefinitely toward the valley that lay at their feet.
N.C. Wyeth
1913
But he staggered up, and packed me off,
With a dozen stumbles and falls
N.C. Wyeth
1912
With a Rush She Was on Her Knees before Munn, Clutching Him about the Legs . . . "He Didn't Do It! Don't Take Him! He's My Baby! He Never Harmed Anybody!"
N.C. Wyeth
1920
"He rose to his feet and flung the six pounds of powerful explosive far out into the great snow comb."
N.C. Wyeth
1906
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
Suddenly the restful quiet of the morning was broken by Pablo. . . . Gray paused in the middle of a sentence and with Morgan and Jo started for the gate. Bill dropped his paper and got to his feet (left side)
N.C. Wyeth
1925