When they convicted Miles Maryott, artist, hunter, naturalist, of murder and sentenced him to life in the state penitentiary at Lincoln, Nebraska, they took away more than his freedom. They took away his beloved outdoors where he had hunted, fished, and camped since he was a boy of eight years old. They did, however, leave him his paints and brushes. Henceforth, then, would be for him a painted canvas where once was a crimson sunrise on a dew-drenched meadow; henceforth for him the interminable clank of keys where once was the song of the lark at dawn. 
 
This book tells the story of Miles Maryott, a former resident at our museum and renown artist.