Howard Pyle, a chronicle by Charles D. Abbott, with an introduction by N. C. Wyeth and many illustrations from Howard Pyle's works.

"THE BLOODY QUAKER"
artist-author of her admiration was to be a next-door neighbor supplied material a-plenty for hero-worshipping
seventeen.
"Rehoboth in that day deserves a special story of its own,
and makes an ideal stage upon which to figure picturesquely.
It was one of the now almost extinct species of seashore
resort where people of refinement and modest means might
live a simple out-of-doors existence, untroubled by casinos,
Sunday excursions, or shops.. &. A beach so perfect that
lifelines and bathing-master were unknown, and beautiful,
cool stretches of pine woods, made a combination unique in
this imperfect world..0a
"In a frame cottage, large enough to accommodate a
numerous brood of sons and daughters, lived for many
summers Howard Pyle, as much an integral part of the
Rehoboth colony as his clergyman, neighbor or the Baltimore
manufacturer, whose big house was the nearest local approach to a 'palatial residence.' Here he worked in a small
studio built in his back yard, or painted in the open, undisturbed by curious observers..00
"On the very first morning after her arrival the newcomer wakened to the mingled sounds of breakers dashing
on the stretch of beach and the chatter of childish voices.
A peep from the window disclosed a gay company, gathered
about a flagstaff on the corner. Among them stood the tall
man of her later enthusiasm. He was raising the Stars and
Stripes, while half a dozen hands saluted its unfurling, and
as many eager voices sang its praise,. Every pleasant morning of that summer saw the same flag thrown to the winds
by the Pyle family, and every evening repeated the ceremony of lowering it when an imaginary sunset gun had
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