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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
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.
1916
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SUPP2000.1680
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