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Michael was running on across the steppe endeavouring to gain the covert of some trees when a detachment of Tartar cavalry appeared on the right.
Michael was running on across the steppe endeavouring to gain the covert of some trees when a detachment of Tartar cavalry appeared on the right.
Michael was running on across the steppe endeavouring to gain the covert of some trees when a detachment of Tartar cavalry appeared on the right.
(American, 1882 - 1945)

Michael was running on across the steppe endeavouring to gain the covert of some trees when a detachment of Tartar cavalry appeared on the right.

Oil on canvas
1927
40 × 30 1/2 in. (101.6 × 77.5 cm)
SUPP2000.489
Private collection
Not on view
"The plan is to have your cavalry cut a hole through the Confederate lines, and for me to slip through it . . . put me across to-night and I'll be in Richmond day after to-morrow"
"The plan is to have your cavalry cut a hole through the Confederate lines, and for me to slip through it . . . put me across to-night and I'll be in Richmond day after to-morrow"
N.C. Wyeth
1912
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
When he was fourteen, Michael Strogoff had killed his first bear, quite alone.
When he was fourteen, Michael Strogoff had killed his first bear, quite alone.
N.C. Wyeth
1927
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
One day a band of fifteen Indians jammed me in a sand ravine. I made a running fight for eleven miles, but went unscathed and had a lead of two miles at Sweetwater Bridge.
One day a band of fifteen Indians jammed me in a sand ravine. I made a running fight for eleven miles, but went unscathed and had a lead of two miles at Sweetwater Bridge.
N.C. Wyeth
1916
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
Plate #4 | Next, twisted in a snaky coil, | Prepared some jolly trick to trump up, | As ugly as an old gargoyle, | Appeared the Duck-billed Johnny-jump up.
Plate #4 | Next, twisted in a snaky coil, | Prepared some jolly trick to trump up, | As ugly as an old gargoyle, | Appeared the Duck-billed Johnny-jump up.
Royal Lacey Scoville
ca. 1915
"If there is such a thing as justice or right anywhere, here or in some other world, that old man has a lot coming to him," said Cushions reverently
"If there is such a thing as justice or right anywhere, here or in some other world, that old man has a lot coming to him," said Cushions reverently
N.C. Wyeth
1914
The stranger, Tsaga, had appeared suddenly at the fort with neither dogs nor gun, nor anything soever save the Indian costume that he wore.
The stranger, Tsaga, had appeared suddenly at the fort with neither dogs nor gun, nor anything soever save the Indian costume that he wore.
N.C. Wyeth
1913
The Masquerader The grim head fell on one side, and in its place appeared the honest, sturdy countenance of the scout
The Masquerader
The grim head fell on one side, and in its place appeared the honest, sturdy countenance of the scout
N.C. Wyeth
1919
The Mother of John Paul Jones A woman's drawn, sad face appeared at the door; she picked up the package, weighed it in her hand, then despite her years, shouted with extraordinary vigor at the fleeing youngster
The Mother of John Paul Jones
A woman's drawn, sad face appeared at the door; she picked up the package, weighed it in her hand, then despite her years, shouted with extraordinary vigor at the fleeing youngster
N.C. Wyeth
1928
...Emerging into an opening that appeared to have been formed partly by the ravages of the wind, and partly by those of fire.
...Emerging into an opening that appeared to have been formed partly by the ravages of the wind, and partly by those of fire.
N.C. Wyeth
1925