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"And we were in our own sight as grasshoppers"
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"And we were in our own sight as grasshoppers"
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
"And we were in our own sight as grasshoppers"
1905
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We were three days taking out even what gold and gems we could load on ourselves and our beasts, the treasure of three queens' pardons
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1922
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
It was after this attack that the High Command published to the German army: "The moral effect of our own gunfire can not seriously impede the advance of the American Infantry."
N.C. Wyeth
1930
The Parting
For we both knew without a word said that we had come to where our ways parted
N.C. Wyeth
1913
"Bear witness, earth, we have made our choice with freedom's brotherhood!"
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1918
Silently we threaded our way along the slippery trail and down toward the valley
N.C. Wyeth
1912
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
We're on Our Way
N.C. Wyeth
1942
"Coming toward the camp was a regulation Santa Claus--red breeches, boots, pack and all. For a minute or two we were too paralyzed to move"
N.C. Wyeth
1927
Behind Simpson's dead-mule barricade we made ready for attack from the circling redskins. The carcases were soon stuck full of arrows, and Woods was winged in the shoulder.
N.C. Wyeth
1916
"I remember," writes Buffalo Bill, "the next day father began trading with the Indians, who were so pleased over the bargins we offered that they sent their friends back to us after they cantered away."
N.C. Wyeth
1916
The Lindberghs. The Family's Own Story, untitled headpiece decoration (seagulls)
N.C. Wyeth
1931