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The last morning Rowena came to my fire and, snatching the spider from me, took the job off my hands, baking the cakes while I ate
The last morning Rowena came to my fire and, snatching the spider from me, took the job off my hands, baking the cakes while I ate
The last morning Rowena came to my fire and, snatching the spider from me, took the job off my hands, baking the cakes while I ate
(American, 1882 - 1945)

The last morning Rowena came to my fire and, snatching the spider from me, took the job off my hands, baking the cakes while I ate

Oil on canvas
1921
32 × 40 in. (81.3 × 101.6 cm)
SUPP2000.780
Private collection
Not on view
I remember how Rowena looked back at us, as the Gowdy buggy went off like the wind, with Buck's arm behind the girl to keep her from jouncing out
I remember how Rowena looked back at us, as the Gowdy buggy went off like the wind, with Buck's arm behind the girl to keep her from jouncing out
N.C. Wyeth
1921
Back and forth across it we went, twisting, straining, holding our strength, each striving to break the grip of the other's fingers on his wrist. I felt his breath upon my face, saw his cold eyes like blue fire burning me.
Back and forth across it we went, twisting, straining, holding our strength, each striving to break the grip of the other's fingers on his wrist. I felt his breath upon my face, saw his cold eyes like blue fire burning me.
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1914
She Seemed About Four Miles Off from Me, and There was a Right Cold Current Blowin' in My Direction
She Seemed About Four Miles Off from Me, and There was a Right Cold Current Blowin' in My Direction
N.C. Wyeth
1905
My confusion, I think, derived from my complete unfamiliarity with this sort of thing. I sat breathless, watching the strange exotic creature before me
My confusion, I think, derived from my complete unfamiliarity with this sort of thing. I sat breathless, watching the strange exotic creature before me
N.C. Wyeth
1923
I was overworked. Every line of copy in our ten-page sheet passed through my hands.
I was overworked. Every line of copy in our ten-page sheet passed through my hands.
N.C. Wyeth
1913
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
"I reaped it my way, for I cut nothing off but the ears, and carried it away in a great basket which I had made"
"I reaped it my way, for I cut nothing off but the ears, and carried it away in a great basket which I had made"
N.C. Wyeth
1920
I took her in my arms and held her.
I took her in my arms and held her.
N.C. Wyeth
1906
When temptation came, and Adam and Eve fell out of the their sinless and virtueless Eden, they began to be worth while. They fell from innocence into manhood and womanhood. They fell from shiftlessness into work. They fell from a drifting irresponsibility into worry and trouble and despair, but also into ambition and courage and hope
When temptation came, and Adam and Eve fell out of the their sinless and virtueless Eden, they began to be worth while. They fell from innocence into manhood and womanhood. They fell from shiftlessness into work. They fell from a drifting irresponsibility into worry and trouble and despair, but also into ambition and courage and hope
N.C. Wyeth
1928
When the moon arose there was silhouetted across its face the dusky figure of a war-bonneted Sioux, rifle at shoulder, aiming at one of our party. Raising my gun I fired, and the brave came crashing down the bank.
When the moon arose there was silhouetted across its face the dusky figure of a war-bonneted Sioux, rifle at shoulder, aiming at one of our party. Raising my gun I fired, and the brave came crashing down the bank.
N.C. Wyeth
1916
"In the morning I took the Bible; and beginning at the New Testament, I began seriously to read it--"
"In the morning I took the Bible; and beginning at the New Testament, I began seriously to read it--"
N.C. Wyeth
1920
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