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The policeman walked a few paces away to turn anon and survey the waiting pilgrim.
The policeman walked a few paces away to turn anon and survey the waiting pilgrim.
The policeman walked a few paces away to turn anon and survey the waiting pilgrim.
(American, 1882 - 1945)

The policeman walked a few paces away to turn anon and survey the waiting pilgrim.

Oil on canvas
1909
dimensions unavailable
SUPP2000.1981
known by reproduction only
Not on view
He stopped his horse within a few paces of the sentry. "Good morning, brother!" he exclaimed. "Lord! I'm glad to see somebody! This is Rockfish, isn't it?"
He stopped his horse within a few paces of the sentry. "Good morning, brother!" he exclaimed. "Lord! I'm glad to see somebody! This is Rockfish, isn't it?"
N.C. Wyeth
1912
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
Plate #33 | Unhappy Tompkins! Once again | He almost faints away, poor fellow! | Enough it is to turn his brain | When he perceives the fierce Mon'grello.
Plate #33 | Unhappy Tompkins! Once again | He almost faints away, poor fellow! | Enough it is to turn his brain | When he perceives the fierce Mon'grello.
Royal Lacey Scoville
ca. 1915
Jonathan shot, as he walked along, and the boy, running ahead, picked up the arrows and brought them back. And when they were out of sight of the court, they went toward a rock named Ezel, accessible from the wilderness and not far from the road. There David had hidden, straining his ears for the words that might mean life or death
Jonathan shot, as he walked along, and the boy, running ahead, picked up the arrows and brought them back. And when they were out of sight of the court, they went toward a rock named Ezel, accessible from the wilderness and not far from the road. There David had hidden, straining his ears for the words that might mean life or death
N.C. Wyeth
1929
Troops by the hundred were passing--tattered, war-hardened, lean, efficient troops, whose road-pace was eagerness itself.
Troops by the hundred were passing--tattered, war-hardened, lean, efficient troops, whose road-pace was eagerness itself.
N.C. Wyeth
1912
Captives When the pilot chosen for the task of guiding the canoe had taken his station, the whole band plunged again into the river, the vessel glided down the current and in a few moments the captives found themselves on the south bank of the stream.
Captives When the pilot chosen for the task of guiding the canoe had taken his station, the whole band plunged again into the river, the vessel glided down the current and in a few moments the captives found themselves on the south bank of the stream.
N.C. Wyeth
1919
The Horse Race Cursing and whipping like a madman, the scarlet jockey drew up on the turn, hung knee to knee, passed him by
The Horse Race
Cursing and whipping like a madman, the scarlet jockey drew up on the turn, hung knee to knee, passed him by
N.C. Wyeth
1928
I Got Behind a Turn and Fired as a Man Came on Alone
I Got Behind a Turn and Fired as a Man Came on Alone
N.C. Wyeth
1906
A few minutes before we had almost died in a raging blizzard -- and here was a green valley bathed in sunlight and warmth.
A few minutes before we had almost died in a raging blizzard -- and here was a green valley bathed in sunlight and warmth.
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1943 / 1944
"Hopalong...blew another smoke ring. He was waiting for the gun to waver."
"Hopalong...blew another smoke ring. He was waiting for the gun to waver."
N.C. Wyeth
1906
The tall, patient Dane--the kind, the trusting Dane--waiting bravely for the treacherous blow with the tin cup on his head.
The tall, patient Dane--the kind, the trusting Dane--waiting bravely for the treacherous blow with the tin cup on his head.
N.C. Wyeth
1907
Autumn. "Waiting"
Autumn. "Waiting"
N.C. Wyeth
1909