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"And he'd stop and disentangle hisself from all kinds of ridin"'
"And he'd stop and disentangle hisself from all kinds of ridin"'
"And he'd stop and disentangle hisself from all kinds of ridin"'
(American, 1882 - 1945)

"And he'd stop and disentangle hisself from all kinds of ridin"'

1904
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Yes, 'N', He'd Let a Roar Outer Him, An' Mebbe He'd Sing, "Hail Columbia, Happy Land!"
Yes, 'N', He'd Let a Roar Outer Him, An' Mebbe He'd Sing, "Hail Columbia, Happy Land!"
N.C. Wyeth
1914
The girl's heart seemed to stop beating. The horses plodded through the leafy aisles, glorious with colors of the Autumn woods, but she saw none of them.
The girl's heart seemed to stop beating. The horses plodded through the leafy aisles, glorious with colors of the Autumn woods, but she saw none of them.
N.C. Wyeth
1912
Stop this one! Him--the sixth!
Stop this one! Him--the sixth!
N.C. Wyeth
1915
"He'd left his horse an' was climbin' down into the canyon."
"He'd left his horse an' was climbin' down into the canyon."
N.C. Wyeth
1925
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
To me he was unweariedly kind; and always glad to see me in the galley
To me he was unweariedly kind; and always glad to see me in the galley
N.C. Wyeth
1911
"But still," Logroscino stammered, "but still - this does not got to be true . . . . What kind of surgeon are you?"
"But still," Logroscino stammered, "but still - this does not got to be true . . . . What kind of surgeon are you?"
N.C. Wyeth
1919
Nothing Stops These Men - Let Nothing Stop You
Nothing Stops These Men - Let Nothing Stop You
Howard Giles
1918
"We'll lave it up to the termites," says he, and he sat down and lit another cigarette. He'd smoked three before wan av the termites arrived and bit the poor lip ave me . . .
"We'll lave it up to the termites," says he, and he sat down and lit another cigarette. He'd smoked three before wan av the termites arrived and bit the poor lip ave me . . .
N.C. Wyeth
1914
While the soldiers pressed for a closer view, and a thrill of expectancy ran through them all, Jehoiada led Joash out from behind the pillar. A trembling little fellow, a wondering, wide-eyed lad, but a son of the line of David, every inch a king!
While the soldiers pressed for a closer view, and a thrill of expectancy ran through them all, Jehoiada led Joash out from behind the pillar. A trembling little fellow, a wondering, wide-eyed lad, but a son of the line of David, every inch a king!
N.C. Wyeth
1929
"It ees in the night, too, that the men with the pack mules go from Black Canyon across the line into Mexico. All the time it ees in the night."
"It ees in the night, too, that the men with the pack mules go from Black Canyon across the line into Mexico. All the time it ees in the night."
N.C. Wyeth
1925
Pablo swung the girl behind him. "Who ees there?" he called sharply and repeated the challenge in Spanish. A familiar voice answered from behind the corner of the wall. "Don't shoot, Pablo; it is all right."
Pablo swung the girl behind him. "Who ees there?" he called sharply and repeated the challenge in Spanish. A familiar voice answered from behind the corner of the wall. "Don't shoot, Pablo; it is all right."
N.C. Wyeth
1925