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-[Illustration: “He used to console himself by frequenting a kind of
-perpetual club of the sages, philosophers and other idle personages,
-which held its sessions before a small inn.”]
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-RIP VAN WINKLE
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-    [Illustration]
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-    BY · WASHINGTON
-    IRVING
-    ILLUSTRATED · BY
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-    _Complete Edition, with 51 Illustrations in Colour. First
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-    _New Impressions January 1907; August 1908; May 1909; November
-    1910._
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-    Illustrations in the Text October 1916. New Impression 1917,
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-  “He used to console himself by frequenting a kind of
-  perpetual club of the sages, philosophers and other idle
-  personages, which held its sessions before a small inn”
-                                             _Frontispiece_
-
-  “Certain biscuit-bakers have gone so far as to imprint his
-  likeness on their New-Year Cakes”                                x
-
-  “These mountains are regarded by all good wives, far and
-  near, as perfect barometers”                                     x
-
-  “Some of the houses of the original settlers”                    2
-
-  “A curtain-lecture is worth all the sermons in the world
-  for teaching the virtues of patience and long-suffering”         2
-
-  “Taught them to fly kites”                                       2
-
-  “His cow would go astray or get among the cabbages”              4
-
-  “His children were as ragged and wild as if they belonged
-  to nobody”                                                       4
-
-  “Equipped in a pair of his father’s cast-off galligaskins,
-  which he had as much ado to hold up as a fine lady does her
-  train in bad weather”                                            4
-
-  “So that he was fain to draw off his forces and take to
-  the outside of the house--the only side which, in truth,
-  belongs to a henpecked husband.”                                 6
-
-  “A company of odd-looking persons playing at ninepins”          10
-
-  “They maintained the gravest faces”                             12
-
-  “They stared at him with such fixed, statue-like gaze, that
-  his heart turned within him and his knees smote together”       12
-
-  “He even ventured to taste the beverage, which he found had
-  much of the flavour of excellent Hollands”                      12
-
-  “Surely,” thought he, “I have not slept here all night....
-  Oh! that flagon! that wicked flagon! what excuse shall I
-  make to Dame Van Winkle?”                                       12
-
-  “They all stared at him with equal marks of surprise and
-  invariably stroked their chins”                                 14
-
-  “A troop of strange children ran at his heels, hooting
-  after him and pointing at his grey beard”                       14
-
-  “The dogs, too, not one of whom he recognised for an old
-  acquaintance, barked at him as he passed”                       14
-
-  “He found the house gone to decay.... ‘My very dog,’ sighed
-  poor Rip, ‘has forgotten me’”                                   16
-
-  “They crowded round him, eyeing him from head to foot with
-  great curiosity”                                                16
-
-  Rip’s daughter and grandchild                                   20
-
-  “He preferred making friends among the rising generation,
-  with whom he soon grew into great favour”                       24
-
-  “The Kaatsberg or Catskill mountains have always been a
-  region full of fable”                                           26
-
-  They were ruled by an old squaw spirit                          28
-
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-IN TEXT
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-                                                                Page
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-    These fairy mountains                                          2
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-    Long stories of ghosts, witches, and Indians                   5
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-    Peter was the most ancient inhabitant of the village          21
-
-    The Kaatskill mountains had always been haunted by
-        strange beings                                            25
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-    Very subject to marvellous events and appearances             30
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-    When these clouds broke, woe betide the valleys               33
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-    With a loud ho! ho!                                           35
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-[Illustration]
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-[Illustration]
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-    By Woden, God of Saxons,
-    From whence comes Wensday, that is Wodensday.
-    Truth is a thing that ever I will keep
-    Unto thylke day in which I creep into
-    My sepulchre----
-                                      CARTWRIGHT.
-
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-
-[Illustration]
-
-INTRODUCTION
-
-
-The following tale was found among the papers of the late Diedrich
-Knickerbocker, an old gentleman of New York, who was very curious in
-the Dutch history of the province, and the manners of the descendants
-from its primitive settlers. His historical researches, however, did
-not lie so much among books as among men; for the former are lamentably
-scanty on his favourite topics; whereas he found the old burghers, and
-still more their wives, rich in that legendary lore so invaluable to
-true history. Whenever, therefore, he happened upon a genuine Dutch
-family, snugly shut up in its low-roofed farmhouse, under a spreading
-sycamore, he looked upon it as a little clasped volume of black-letter,
-and studied it with the zeal of a book-worm.
-
-The result of all these researches was a history of the province
-during the reign of the Dutch governors, which he published some years
-since. There have been various opinions as to the literary character
-of his work, and, to tell the truth, it is not a whit better than it
-should be. Its chief merit is its scrupulous accuracy, which indeed
-was a little questioned on its first appearance, but has since been
-completely established; and it is now admitted into all historical
-collections as a book of unquestionable authority.
-
-The old gentleman died shortly after the publication of his work; and
-now that he is dead and gone, it cannot do much harm to his memory to
-say that his time might have been much better employed in weightier
-labours. He, however, was apt to ride his hobby in his own way; and
-though it did now and then kick up the dust a little in the eyes of
-his neighbours, and grieve the spirit of some friends, for whom he
-felt the truest deference and affection, yet his errors and follies
-are remembered “more in sorrow than anger,” and it begins to be
-suspected that he never intended to injure or offend. But however his
-memory may be appreciated by critics, it is still held dear by many
-folks whose good opinion is well worth having; particularly by certain
-biscuit-bakers, who have gone so far as to imprint his likeness on
-their new-year cakes; and have thus given him a chance for immortality,
-almost equal to the being stamped on a Waterloo medal, or a Queen
-Anne’s farthing.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-[Illustration: “Certain biscuit-bakers have gone so far as to imprint
-his likeness on their New-Year Cakes.”]
-
-[Illustration: “These mountains are regarded by all good wives, far and
-near, as perfect barometers.”]
-
-[Illustration: _These fairy mountains._]
-
-[Illustration: “Some of the houses of the original settlers.”]
-
-[Illustration: “A curtain-lecture is worth all the sermons in the world
-for teaching the virtues of patience and long-suffering.”]
-
-[Illustration: “Taught them to fly kites.”]
-
-
-
-
-RIP VAN WINKLE
-
-
-Whoever has made a voyage up the Hudson must remember the Kaatskill
-mountains. They are a dismembered branch of the great Appalachian
-family, and are seen away to the west of the river, swelling up to a
-noble height, and lording it over the surrounding country. Every change
-of season, every change of weather, indeed, every hour of the day,
-produces some change in the magical hues and shapes of these mountains,
-and they are regarded by all the good wives, far and near, as perfect
-barometers. When the weather is fair and settled, they are clothed in
-blue and purple, and print their bold outlines on the clear evening
-sky; but sometimes, when the rest of the landscape is cloudless, they
-will gather a hood of grey vapours about their summits, which, in the
-last rays of the setting sun, will glow and light up like a crown of
-glory.
-
-At the foot of these fairy mountains, the voyager may have descried
-the light smoke curling up from a village, whose shingle-roofs gleam
-among the trees, just where the blue tints of the upland melt away
-into the fresh green of the nearer landscape. It is a little village,
-of great antiquity, having been founded by some of the Dutch colonists
-in the early times of the province, just about the beginning of the
-government of the good Peter Stuyvesant (may he rest in peace!), and
-there were some of the houses of the original settlers standing within
-a few years, built of small yellow bricks brought from Holland, having
-latticed windows and gable fronts, surmounted with weathercocks.
-
-In that same village and in one of these very houses (which, to tell
-the precise truth, was sadly time-worn and weather-beaten), there
-lived, many years since, while the country was yet a province of Great
-Britain, a simple, good-natured fellow, of the name of Rip Van Winkle.
-He was a descendant of the Van Winkles who figured so gallantly in
-the chivalrous days of Peter Stuyvesant, and accompanied him to the
-siege of Fort Christina. He inherited, however, but little of the
-martial character of his ancestors. I have observed that he was a
-simple, good-natured man; he was, moreover, a kind neighbour, and
-an obedient, hen-pecked husband. Indeed, to the latter circumstance
-might be owing that meekness of spirit which gained him such universal
-popularity; for those men are apt to be obsequious and conciliating
-abroad, who are under the discipline of shrews at home. Their tempers,
-doubtless, are rendered pliant and malleable in the fiery furnace of
-domestic tribulation; and a curtain-lecture is worth all the sermons
-in the world for teaching the virtues of patience and long-suffering.
-A termagant wife may, therefore, in some respects, be considered a
-tolerable blessing; and if so, Rip Van Winkle was thrice blessed.
-
-Certain it is that he was a great favourite among all the good wives of
-the village, who, as usual with the amiable sex, took his part in all
-family squabbles; and never failed, whenever they talked those matters
-over in their evening gossipings, to lay all the blame on Dame Van
-Winkle. The children of the village, too, would shout with joy whenever
-he approached. He assisted at their sports, made their playthings,
-taught them to fly kites and shoot marbles, and told them long stories
-of ghosts, witches, and Indians. Whenever he went dodging about the
-village, he was surrounded by a troop of them, hanging on his skirts,
-clambering on his back, and playing a thousand tricks on him with
-impunity; and not a dog would bark at him throughout the neighbourhood.
-
-[Illustration: “His cow would go astray or get among the cabbages.”]
-
-[Illustration: “His children were as ragged and wild as if they
-belonged to nobody.”]
-
-[Illustration: “Equipped in a pair of his father’s cast-off
-galligaskins, which he had as much ado to hold up as a fine lady does
-her train in bad weather.”]
-
-[Illustration: _Long stories of ghosts, witches, and Indians._]
-
-The great error in Rip’s composition was an insuperable aversion to
-all kinds of profitable labour. It could not be for want of assiduity
-or perseverance; for he would sit on a wet rock, with a rod as long
-and heavy as a Tartar’s lance, and fish all day without a murmur, even
-though he should not be encouraged by a single nibble. He would carry
-a fowling-piece on his shoulder for hours together, trudging through
-woods and swamps, and up hill and down dale, to shoot a few squirrels
-or wild pigeons. He would never refuse to assist a neighbour even
-in the roughest toil, and was a foremost man in all country frolics
-for husking Indian corn, or building stone fences; the women of the
-village, too, used to employ him to run their errands, and to do such
-little odd jobs as their less obliging husbands would not do for them.
-In a word, Rip was ready to attend to anybody’s business but his own;
-but as to doing family duty, and keeping his farm in order, he found it
-impossible.
-
-In fact, he declared it was of no use to work on his farm; it was the
-most pestilent little piece of ground in the whole country; everything
-about it went wrong, in spite of him. His fences were continually
-falling to pieces; his cow would either go astray, or get among the
-cabbages; weeds were sure to grow quicker in his fields than anywhere
-else; the rain always made a point of setting in just as he had some
-outdoor work to do; so that though his patrimonial estate had dwindled
-away under his management, acre by acre, until there was little more
-left than a mere patch of Indian corn and potatoes, yet it was the
-worst-conditioned farm in the neighbourhood.
-
-His children, too, were as ragged and wild as if they belonged to
-nobody. His son Rip, an urchin begotten in his own likeness, promised
-to inherit the habits, with the old clothes, of his father. He was
-generally seen trooping like a colt at his mother’s heels, equipped in
-a pair of his father’s cast-off galligaskins, which he had much ado to
-hold up with one hand, as a fine lady does her train in bad weather.
-
-Rip Van Winkle, however, was one of those happy mortals, of foolish,
-well-oiled dispositions, who take the world easy, eat white bread or
-brown, whichever can be got with least thought or trouble, and would
-rather starve on a penny than work for a pound. If left to himself, he
-would have whistled life away in perfect contentment; but his wife kept
-continually dinning in his ears about his idleness, his carelessness,
-and the ruin he was bringing on his family. Morning, noon, and night,
-her tongue was incessantly going, and everything he said or did was
-sure to produce a torrent of household eloquence. Rip had but one way
-of replying to all lectures of the kind, and that, by frequent use,
-had grown into a habit. He shrugged his shoulders, shook his head,
-cast up his eyes, but said nothing. This, however, always provoked a
-fresh volley from his wife; so that he was fain to draw off his forces,
-and take to the outside of the house--the only side which, in truth,
-belongs to a hen-pecked husband.
-
-[Illustration: “So that he was fain to draw off his forces and take to
-the outside of the house--the only side which, in truth, belongs to a
-henpecked husband.”]
-
-Rip’s sole domestic adherent was his dog Wolf, who was as much
-hen-pecked as his master; for Dame Van Winkle regarded them as
-companions in idleness, and even looked upon Wolf with an evil eye, as
-the cause of his master’s going so often astray. True it is, in all
-points of spirit befitting an honourable dog, he was as courageous an
-animal as ever scoured the woods--but what courage can withstand the
-evil-doing and all-besetting terrors of a woman’s tongue? The moment
-Wolf entered the house his chest fell, his tail drooped to the ground
-or curled between his legs, he sneaked about with a gallows air,
-casting many a sidelong glance at Dame Van Winkle, and at the least
-flourish of a broomstick or ladle he would fly to the door with yelping
-precipitation.
-
-Times grew worse and worse with Rip Van Winkle as years of matrimony
-rolled on; a tart temper never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is
-the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use. For a long
-while he used to console himself, when driven from home, by frequenting
-a kind of perpetual club of the sages, philosophers and other idle
-personages of the village, which held its sessions on a bench before a
-small inn, designated by a rubicund portrait of His Majesty George the
-Third. Here they used to sit in the shade through a long, lazy summer’s
-day, talking listlessly over village gossip, or telling endless, sleepy
-stories about nothing. But it would have been worth any statesman’s
-money to have heard the profound discussions that sometimes took
-place, when by chance an old newspaper fell into their hands from some
-passing traveller. How solemnly they would listen to the contents, as
-drawled out by Derrick Van Bummel, the schoolmaster, a dapper, learned
-little man, who was not to be daunted by the most gigantic word in the
-dictionary; and how sagely they would deliberate upon public events
-some months after they had taken place.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-The opinions of this junto were completely controlled by Nicholas
-Vedder, a patriarch of the village, and landlord of the inn, at the
-door of which he took his seat from morning till night, just moving
-sufficiently to avoid the sun and keep in the shade of a large tree; so
-that the neighbours could tell the hour by his movements as accurately
-as by a sun-dial. It is true he was rarely heard to speak, but smoked
-his pipe incessantly. His adherents, however (for every great man has
-his adherents), perfectly understood him, and knew how to gather his
-opinions. When anything that was read or related displeased him, he
-was observed to smoke his pipe vehemently, and to send forth short,
-frequent, and angry puffs; but when pleased, he would inhale the smoke
-slowly and tranquilly, and emit it in light and placid clouds; and
-sometimes, taking the pipe from his mouth, and letting the fragrant
-vapour curl about his nose, would gravely nod his head in token of
-perfect approbation.
-
-From even this stronghold the unlucky Rip was at length routed by his
-termagant wife, who would suddenly break in upon the tranquillity of
-the assemblage and call the members all to naught; nor was that august
-personage, Nicholas Vedder himself, sacred from the daring tongue of
-this terrible virago, who charged him outright with encouraging her
-husband in habits of idleness.
-
-Poor Rip was at last reduced almost to despair; and his only
-alternative, to escape from the labour of the farm and clamour of
-his wife, was to take gun in hand and stroll away into the woods.
-Here he would sometimes seat himself at the foot of a tree, and share
-the contents of his wallet with Wolf, with whom he sympathised as
-a fellow-sufferer in persecution. “Poor Wolf,” he would say, “thy
-mistress leads thee a dog’s life of it; but never mind, my lad, whilst
-I live thou shalt never want a friend to stand by thee!” Wolf would wag
-his tail, look wistfully in his master’s face; and, if dogs can feel
-pity, I verily believe he reciprocated the sentiment with all his heart.
-
-In a long ramble of the kind on a fine autumnal day, Rip had
-unconsciously scrambled to one of the highest parts of the Kaatskill
-Mountains. He was after his favourite sport of squirrel shooting, and
-the still solitudes had echoed and re-echoed with the reports of his
-gun. Panting and fatigued, he threw himself, late in the afternoon, on
-a green knoll, covered with mountain herbage, that crowned the brow
-of a precipice. From an opening between the trees he could overlook
-all the lower country for many a mile of rich woodland. He saw at a
-distance the lordly Hudson, far, far below him, moving on its silent
-but majestic course, with the reflection of a purple cloud, or the sail
-of a lagging bark, here and there sleeping on its glassy bosom, and at
-last losing itself in the blue highlands.
-
-On the other side he looked down into a deep mountain glen, wild,
-lonely, and shagged, the bottom filled with fragments from the
-impending cliffs, and scarcely lighted by the reflected rays of the
-setting sun. For some time Rip lay musing on this scene; evening was
-gradually advancing; the mountains began to throw their long blue
-shadows over the valleys; he saw that it would be dark long before he
-could reach the village, and he heaved a heavy sigh when he thought of
-encountering the terrors of Dame Van Winkle.
-
-As he was about to descend, he heard a voice from a distance,
-hallooing: “Rip Van Winkle! Rip Van Winkle!” He looked round, but
-could see nothing but a crow winging its solitary flight across the
-mountain. He thought his fancy must have deceived him, and turned again
-to descend, when he heard the same cry ring through the still evening
-air: “Rip Van Winkle! Rip Van Winkle!” At the same time Wolf bristled
-up his back, and giving a low growl, skulked to his master’s side,
-looking fearfully down into the glen. Rip now felt a vague apprehension
-stealing over him; he looked anxiously in the same direction, and
-perceived a strange figure slowly toiling up the rocks, and bending
-under the weight of something he carried on his back. He was surprised
-to see any human being in this lonely and unfrequented place; but
-supposing it to be some one of the neighbourhood in need of his
-assistance, he hastened down to yield it.
-
-[Illustration: “A company of odd-looking persons playing at
-ninepins.”]
-
-[Illustration]
-
-On nearer approach he was still more surprised at the singularity of
-the stranger’s appearance. He was a short, square-built old fellow,
-with thick bushy hair, and a grizzled beard. His dress was of the
-antique Dutch fashion: a cloth jerkin strapped round the waist--several
-pair of breeches, the outer one of ample volume, decorated with rows
-of buttons down the sides, and bunches at the knees. He bore on his
-shoulder a stout keg, that seemed full of liquor, and made signs for
-Rip to approach and assist him with the load. Though rather shy and
-distrustful of his new acquaintance, Rip complied with his usual
-alacrity; and mutually relieving one another, they clambered up a
-narrow gully, apparently the dry bed of a mountain torrent. As they
-ascended, Rip every now and then heard long, rolling peals, like
-distant thunder, that seemed to issue out of a deep ravine, or rather
-cleft, between lofty rocks, toward which their ragged path conducted.
-He paused for an instant, but supposing it to be the muttering of
-one of those transient thunder-showers which often take place in
-mountain heights, he proceeded. Passing through the ravine, they came
-to a hollow, like a small amphitheatre, surrounded by perpendicular
-precipices, over the brinks of which impending trees shot their
-branches, so that you only caught glimpses of the azure sky and the
-bright evening cloud. During the whole time Rip and his companion had
-laboured on in silence; for though the former marvelled greatly what
-could be the object of carrying a keg of liquor up this wild mountain,
-yet there was something strange and incomprehensible about the unknown,
-that inspired awe and checked familiarity.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-On entering the amphitheatre, new objects of wonder presented
-themselves. On a level spot in the centre was a company of odd-looking
-personages playing at ninepins. They were dressed in a quaint,
-outlandish fashion; some wore short doublets, others jerkins, with
-long knives in their belts, and most of them had enormous breeches,
-of similar style with that of the guide’s. Their visages, too, were
-peculiar; one had a large beard, broad face, and small piggish eyes;
-the face of another seemed to consist entirely of nose, and was
-surmounted by a white sugar-loaf hat, set off with a little red cock’s
-tail. They all had beards, of various shapes and colours. There was
-one who seemed to be the commander. He was a stout old gentleman, with
-a weather-beaten countenance; he wore a laced doublet, broad belt and
-hanger, high-crowned hat and feather, red stockings, and high-heeled
-shoes, with roses in them. The whole group reminded Rip of the figures
-in an old Flemish painting, in the parlour of Dominie Van Shaick, the
-village parson, and which had been brought over from Holland at the
-time of the settlement.
-
-What seemed particularly odd to Rip was, that these folks were
-evidently amusing themselves, yet they maintained the gravest faces,
-the most mysterious silence, and were, withal, the most melancholy
-party of pleasure he had ever witnessed. Nothing interrupted the
-stillness of the scene but the noise of the balls, which, whenever they
-were rolled, echoed along the mountains like rumbling peals of thunder.
-
-[Illustration: “They maintained the gravest faces.”]
-
-[Illustration: “They stared at him with such fixed, statue-like gaze,
-that his heart turned within him and his knees smote together.”]
-
-[Illustration: “He even ventured to taste the beverage, which he found
-had much of the flavour of excellent Hollands.”]
-
-[Illustration: “Surely,” thought he, “I have not slept here all
-night.... Oh! that flagon! that wicked flagon! what excuse shall I make
-to Dame Van Winkle?”]
-
-[Illustration]
-
-[Illustration]
-
-As Rip and his companion approached them, they suddenly desisted from
-their play, and stared at him with such fixed, statue-like gaze, and
-such strange, uncouth, lack-lustre countenances, that his heart turned
-within him, and his knees smote together. His companion now emptied the
-contents of the keg into large flagons, and made signs to him to wait
-upon the company. He obeyed with fear and trembling; they quaffed the
-liquor in profound silence, and then returned to their game.
-
-By degrees Rip’s awe and apprehension subsided. He even ventured, when
-no eye was fixed upon him, to taste the beverage, which he found had
-much of the flavour of excellent Hollands. He was naturally a thirsty
-soul, and was soon tempted to repeat the draught. One taste provoked
-another; and he reiterated his visits to the flagon so often that at
-length his senses were overpowered, his eyes swam in his head, his head
-gradually declined, and he fell into a deep sleep.
-
-On waking, he found himself on the green knoll whence he had first seen
-the old man of the glen. He rubbed his eyes--it was a bright sunny
-morning. The birds were hopping and twittering among the bushes, and
-the eagle was wheeling aloft, and breasting the pure mountain breeze.
-“Surely,” thought Rip, “I have not slept here all night.” He recalled
-the occurrences before he fell asleep. The strange man with a keg of
-liquor--the mountain ravine--the wild retreat among the rocks--the
-woebegone party at ninepins--the flagon--“Oh! that flagon! that wicked
-flagon!” thought Rip,--“what excuse shall I make to Dame Van Winkle?”
-
-He looked round for his gun, but in place of the clean, well-oiled
-fowling-piece, he found an old firelock lying by him, the barrel
-incrusted with rust, the lock falling off, and the stock worm-eaten.
-He now suspected that the grave roysterers of the mountains had put a
-trick upon him, and, having dosed him with liquor, had robbed him of
-his gun. Wolf, too, had disappeared, but he might have strayed away
-after a squirrel or partridge. He whistled after him, and shouted his
-name, but all in vain; the echoes repeated his whistle and shout, but
-no dog was to be seen.
-
-[Illustration: “They all stared at him with equal marks of surprise and
-invariably stroked their chins.”]
-
-[Illustration: “A troop of strange children ran at his heels, hooting
-after him and pointing at his grey beard.”]
-
-[Illustration: “The dogs, too, not one of whom he recognised for an
-old acquaintance, barked at him as he passed.”]
-
-He determined to revisit the scene of the last evening’s gambol, and if
-he met with any of the party, to demand his dog and gun. As he rose to
-walk, he found himself stiff in the joints, and wanting in his usual
-activity. “These mountain beds do not agree with me,” thought Rip, “and
-if this frolic should lay me up with a fit of the rheumatism, I shall
-have a blessed time with Dame Van Winkle.” With some difficulty he got
-down into the glen: he found the gully up which he and his companion
-had ascended the preceding evening; but to his astonishment a mountain
-stream was now foaming down it, leaping from rock to rock, and filling
-the glen with babbling murmurs. He, however, made shift to scramble
-up its sides, working his toilsome way through thickets of birch,
-sassafras, and witch-hazel, and sometimes tripped up or entangled by
-the wild grape-vines that twisted their coils or tendrils from tree to
-tree, and spread a kind of network in his path.
-
-At length he reached to where the ravine had opened through the cliffs
-to the amphitheatre; but no traces of such opening remained. The rocks
-presented a high, impenetrable wall, over which the torrent came
-tumbling in a sheet of feathery foam, and fell into a broad deep basin,
-black from the shadows of the surrounding forest. Here, then, poor Rip
-was brought to a stand. He again called and whistled after his dog; he
-was only answered by the cawing of a flock of idle crows, sporting high
-in the air about a dry tree that overhung a sunny precipice; and who,
-secure in their elevation, seemed to look down and scoff at the poor
-man’s perplexities. What was to be done? the morning was passing away,
-and Rip felt famished for want of his breakfast. He grieved to give up
-his dog and gun; he dreaded to meet his wife; but it would not do to
-starve among the mountains. He shook his head, shouldered the rusty
-firelock, and, with a heart full of trouble and anxiety, turned his
-steps homeward.
-
-As he approached the village he met a number of people, but none whom
-he knew, which somewhat surprised him, for he had thought himself
-acquainted with every one in the country round. Their dress, too, was
-of a different fashion from that to which he was accustomed. They all
-stared at him with equal marks of surprise, and whenever they cast
-their eyes upon him, invariably stroked their chins. The constant
-recurrence of this gesture induced Rip, involuntarily, to do the same,
-when, to his astonishment, he found his beard had grown a foot long!
-
-He had now entered the skirts of the village. A troop of strange
-children ran at his heels, hooting after him, and pointing at his
-grey beard. The dogs, too, not one of whom he recognised for an old
-acquaintance, barked at him as he passed. The very village was altered;
-it was larger and more populous. There were rows of houses which he had
-never seen before, and those which had been his familiar haunts had
-disappeared. Strange names were over the doors--strange faces at the
-windows--everything was strange. His mind now misgave him; he began
-to doubt whether both he and the world around him were not bewitched.
-Surely this was his native village, which he had left but the day
-before. There stood the Kaatskill Mountains--there ran the silver
-Hudson at a distance--there was every hill and dale precisely as it
-had always been. Rip was sorely perplexed. “That flagon last night,”
-thought he, “has addled my poor head sadly!”
-
-[Illustration: “He found the house gone to decay.... ‘My very dog,’
-sighed poor Rip, ‘has forgotten me.’”]
-
-[Illustration: “They crowded round him, eyeing him from head to foot
-with great curiosity.”]
-
-It was with some difficulty that he found the way to his own house,
-which he approached with silent awe, expecting every moment to hear the
-shrill voice of Dame Van Winkle. He found the house gone to decay--the
-roof had fallen in, the windows shattered, and the doors off the
-hinges. A half-starved dog that looked like Wolf was skulking about
-it. Rip called him by name, but the cur snarled, showed his teeth, and
-passed on. This was an unkind cut indeed. “My very dog,” sighed poor
-Rip, “has forgotten me!”
-
-He entered the house, which, to tell the truth, Dame Van Winkle had
-always kept in neat order. It was empty, forlorn, and apparently
-abandoned. This desolateness overcame all his connubial fears--he
-called loudly for his wife and children--the lonely chambers rang for a
-moment with his voice, and then all again was silence.
-
-He now hurried forth, and hastened to his old resort, the village
-inn--but it too was gone. A large rickety wooden building stood in
-its place, with great gaping windows, some of them broken and mended
-with old hats and petticoats, and over the door was painted, “The
-Union Hotel, by Jonathan Doolittle.” Instead of the great tree that
-used to shelter the quiet little Dutch inn of yore, there now was
-reared a tall, naked pole, with something on the top that looked like
-a red nightcap, and from it was fluttering a flag, on which was a
-singular assemblage of stars and stripes;--all this was strange and
-incomprehensible. He recognised on the sign, however, the ruby face
-of King George, under which he had smoked so many a peaceful pipe;
-but even this was singularly metamorphosed. The red coat was changed
-for one of blue and buff, a sword was held in the hand instead of a
-sceptre, the head was decorated with a cocked hat, and underneath was
-painted in large characters, “GENERAL WASHINGTON.”
-
-There was, as usual, a crowd of folk about the door, but none that
-Rip recollected. The very character of the people seemed changed.
-There was a busy, bustling, disputatious tone about it, instead of
-the accustomed phlegm and drowsy tranquillity. He looked in vain for
-the sage Nicholas Vedder, with his broad face, double chin, and fair
-long pipe, uttering clouds of tobacco-smoke instead of idle speeches;
-or Van Bummel, the schoolmaster, doling forth the contents of an
-ancient newspaper. In place of these, a lean, bilious-looking fellow,
-with his pockets full of handbills, was haranguing vehemently about
-rights of citizens--elections--members of congress--liberty--Bunker’s
-Hill--heroes of seventy-six--and other words, which were a perfect
-Babylonish jargon to the bewildered Van Winkle.
-
-The appearance of Rip, with his long, grizzled beard, his rusty
-fowling-piece, his uncouth dress, and an army of women and children at
-his heels, soon attracted the attention of the tavern politicians. They
-crowded round him, eyeing him from head to foot with great curiosity.
-The orator bustled up to him, and, drawing him partly aside, inquired
-“On which side he voted?” Rip stared in vacant stupidity. Another
-short but busy little fellow pulled him by the arm, and, rising on
-tiptoe, inquired in his ear, “Whether he was Federal or Democrat?”
-Rip was equally at a loss to comprehend the question; when a knowing,
-self-important old gentleman, in a sharp cocked hat, made his way
-through the crowd, putting them to the right and left with his elbows
-as he passed, and planting himself before Van Winkle, with one arm
-akimbo, the other resting on his cane, his keen eyes and sharp hat
-penetrating, as it were, into his very soul, demanded in an austere
-tone, “What brought him to the election with a gun on his shoulder,
-and a mob at his heels; and whether he meant to breed a riot in the
-village?” “Alas! gentlemen,” cried Rip, somewhat dismayed, “I am a poor
-quiet man, a native of the place, and a loyal subject of the king, God
-bless him!”
-
-[Illustration: Rip’s daughter and grandchild.]
-
-Here a general shout burst from the bystanders--“A tory! a tory! a spy!
-a refugee! hustle him! away with him!” It was with great difficulty
-that the self-important man in the cocked hat restored order; and,
-having assumed a tenfold austerity of brow, demanded again of the
-unknown culprit, what he came there for, and whom he was seeking? The
-poor man humbly assured him that he meant no harm, but merely came
-there in search of some of his neighbours, who used to keep about the
-tavern.
-
-“Well--who are they?--name them.”
-
-Rip bethought himself a moment, and inquired: “Where’s Nicholas Vedder?”
-
-There was a silence for a little while, when an old man replied, in a
-thin, piping voice, “Nicholas Vedder! why, he is dead and gone these
-eighteen years! There was a wooden tombstone in the churchyard that
-used to tell all about him, but that’s rotten and gone too.”
-
-“Where’s Brom Dutcher?”
-
-“Oh, he went off to the army in the beginning of the war; some say he
-was killed at the storming of Stony Point--others say he was drowned in
-a squall at the foot of Antony’s Nose. I don’t know--he never came back
-again.”
-
-“Where’s Van Bummel, the schoolmaster?”
-
-“He went off to the wars too, was a great militia general, and is now
-in congress.”
-
-Rip’s heart died away at hearing of these sad changes in his home and
-friends, and finding himself thus alone in the world. Every answer
-puzzled him too, by treating of such enormous lapses of time, and of
-matters which he could not understand: war--congress--Stony Point;--he
-had no courage to ask after any more friends, but cried out in despair:
-“Does nobody here know Rip Van Winkle?”
-
-“Oh, Rip Van Winkle!” exclaimed two or three, “oh, to be sure! that’s
-Rip Van Winkle yonder, leaning against the tree.”
-
-Rip looked, and beheld a precise counterpart of himself, as he went up
-the mountain; apparently as lazy, and certainly as ragged. The poor
-fellow was now completely confounded. He doubted his own identity,
-and whether he was himself or another man. In the midst of his
-bewilderment, the man in the cocked hat demanded who he was, and what
-was his name.
-
-“God knows!” exclaimed he, at his wit’s end; “I’m not myself--I’m
-somebody else--that’s me yonder--no--that’s somebody else got into my
-shoes--I was myself last night, but I fell asleep on the mountain, and
-they’ve changed my gun, and everything’s changed, and I can’t tell
-what’s my name, or who I am!”
-
-The bystanders began now to look at each other, nod, wink
-significantly, and tap their fingers against their foreheads. There was
-a whisper, also, about securing the gun, and keeping the old fellow
-from doing mischief, at the very suggestion of which the self-important
-man in the cocked hat retired with some precipitation. At this critical
-moment a fresh, comely woman pressed through the throng to get a peep
-at the grey-bearded man. She had a chubby child in her arms, which,
-frightened at his looks, began to cry. “Hush, Rip,” cried she, “hush,
-you little fool; the old man won’t hurt you.” The name of the child,
-the air of the mother, the tone of her voice, all awakened a train of
-recollections in his mind. “What is your name, my good woman?” asked
-he.
-
-[Illustration: _Peter was the most ancient inhabitant of the village
-(p. 24)._]
-
-“Judith Gardenier.”
-
-“And your father’s name?”
-
-“Ah, poor man, Rip Van Winkle was his name, but it’s twenty years
-since he went away from home with his gun, and never has been heard of
-since,--his dog came home without him; but whether he shot himself,
-or was carried away by the Indians, nobody can tell. I was then but a
-little girl.”
-
-Rip had but one question more to ask; but he put it with a faltering
-voice:
-
-“Where’s your mother?”
-
-“Oh, she too had died but a short time since; she broke a blood vessel
-in a fit of passion at a New-England pedler.”
-
-There was a drop of comfort, at least, in this intelligence. The honest
-man could contain himself no longer. He caught his daughter and her
-child in his arms. “I am your father!” cried he--“Young Rip Van Winkle
-once--old Rip Van Winkle now!--Does nobody know poor Rip Van Winkle?”
-
-All stood amazed, until an old woman, tottering out from among the
-crowd, put her hand to her brow, and peering under it in his face for a
-moment, exclaimed: “Sure enough! it is Rip Van Winkle--it is himself!
-Welcome home again, old neighbour. Why, where have you been these
-twenty long years?”
-
-Rip’s story was soon told, for the whole twenty years had seemed to
-him as but one night. The neighbours stared when they heard it; some
-were seen to wink at each other, and put their tongues in their cheeks;
-and the self-important man in the cocked hat, who, when the alarm was
-over, had returned to the field, screwed down the corners of his mouth,
-and shook his head--upon which there was a general shaking of the head
-throughout the assemblage.
-
-It was determined, however, to take the opinion of old Peter
-Vanderdonk, who was seen slowly advancing up the road. He was a
-descendant of the historian of that name, who wrote one of the earliest
-accounts of the province. Peter was the most ancient inhabitant of the
-village, and well versed in all the wonderful events and traditions of
-the neighbourhood. He recollected Rip at once, and corroborated his
-story in the most satisfactory manner. He assured the company that
-it was a fact, handed down from his ancestor the historian, that the
-Kaatskill mountains had always been haunted by strange beings. That it
-was affirmed that the great Hendrick Hudson, the first discoverer of
-the river and country, kept a kind of vigil there every twenty years,
-with his crew of the Half-moon; being permitted in this way to revisit
-the scenes of his enterprise, and keep a guardian eye upon the river
-and the great city called by his name. That his father had once seen
-them in their old Dutch dresses playing at ninepins in a hollow of the
-mountain; and that he himself had heard, one summer afternoon, the
-sound of their balls, like distant peals of thunder.
-
-To make a long story short, the company broke up and returned to the
-more important concerns of the election. Rip’s daughter took him home
-to live with her; she had a snug, well-furnished house, and a stout,
-cheery farmer for a husband, whom Rip recollected for one of the
-urchins that used to climb upon his back. As to Rip’s son and heir,
-who was the ditto of himself, seen leaning against the tree, he was
-employed to work on the farm; but evinced an hereditary disposition to
-attend to anything else but his business.
-
-Rip now resumed his old walks and habits; he soon found many of his
-former cronies, though all rather the worse for the wear and tear of
-time; and preferred making friends among the rising generation, with
-whom he soon grew into great favour.
-
-[Illustration: “He preferred making friends among the rising
-generation, with whom he soon grew into great favour.”]
-
-[Illustration: _The Kaatskill mountains had always been haunted by
-strange beings._]
-
-[Illustration: “The Kaatsberg or Catskill mountains have always been a
-region full of fable.”]
-
-Having nothing to do at home, and being arrived at that happy age when
-a man can be idle with impunity, he took his place once more on the
-bench at the inn-door, and was reverenced as one of the patriarchs of
-the village, and a chronicle of the old times “before the war.” It was
-some time before he could get into the regular track of gossip, or
-could be made to comprehend the strange events that had taken place
-during his torpor. How that there had been a revolutionary war,--that
-the country had thrown off the yoke of old England,--and that, instead
-of being a subject of his Majesty George the Third, he was now a free
-citizen of the United States. Rip, in fact, was no politician; the
-changes of states and empires made but little impression on him; but
-there was one species of despotism under which he had long groaned,
-and that was--petticoat government. Happily that was at an end; he had
-got his neck out of the yoke of matrimony, and could go in and out
-whenever he pleased, without dreading the tyranny of Dame Van Winkle.
-Whenever her name was mentioned, however, he shook his head, shrugged
-his shoulders, and cast up his eyes; which might pass either for an
-expression of resignation to his fate, or joy at his deliverance.
-
-He used to tell his story to every stranger that arrived at Mr.
-Doolittle’s hotel. He was observed, at first, to vary on some points
-every time he told it, which was, doubtless, owing to his having so
-recently awaked. It at last settled down precisely to the tale I have
-related, and not a man, woman, or child in the neighbourhood but knew
-it by heart. Some always pretended to doubt the reality of it, and
-insisted that Rip had been out of his head, and that this was one
-point on which he always remained flighty. The old Dutch inhabitants,
-however, almost universally gave it full credit. Even to this day they
-never hear a thunder-storm of a summer afternoon about the Kaatskill,
-but they say Hendrick Hudson and his crew are at their game of
-ninepins; and it is a common wish of all hen-pecked husbands in the
-neighbourhood, when life hangs heavy on their hands, that they might
-have a quieting draught out of Rip Van Winkle’s flagon.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-[Illustration: They were ruled by an old squaw spirit.]
-
-[Illustration: _Very subject to marvellous events and appearances._]
-
-
-
-
-NOTE
-
-
-The foregoing tale, one would suspect, had been suggested to Mr.
-Knickerbocker by a little German superstition about the Emperor
-Frederick _der Rothbart_, and the Kypphäuser mountain; the subjoined
-note, however, which he had appended to the tale, shows that it is an
-absolute fact, narrated with his usual fidelity.
-
-“The story of Rip Van Winkle may seem incredible to many, but
-nevertheless I give it my full belief, for I know the vicinity of
-our old Dutch settlements to have been very subject to marvellous
-events and appearances. Indeed, I have heard many stranger stories
-than this, in the villages along the Hudson, all of which were too
-well authenticated to admit of a doubt. I have even talked with Rip
-Van Winkle myself, who, when last I saw him, was a very venerable old
-man, and so perfectly rational and consistent on every other point,
-that I think no conscientious person could refuse to take this into
-the bargain; nay, I have seen a certificate on the subject taken
-before a country justice and signed with a cross, in the justice’s own
-handwriting. The story, therefore, is beyond the possibility of doubt.
-
-                                                             “D. K.”
-
-
-
-
-POSTSCRIPT
-
-
-The following are travelling notes from a memorandum-book of Mr.
-Knickerbocker.
-
-The Kaatsberg or Catskill mountains have always been a region full of
-fable. The Indians considered them the abode of spirits, who influenced
-the weather, spreading sunshine or clouds over the landscape, and
-sending good or bad hunting seasons. They were ruled by an old squaw
-spirit, said to be their mother. She dwelt on the highest peak of the
-Catskills, and had charge of the doors of day and night to open and
-shut them at the proper hour. She hung up the new moons in the skies,
-and cut up the old ones into stars. In times of drought, if properly
-propitiated, she would spin light summer clouds out of cobwebs and
-morning dew, and send them off from the crest of the mountain, flake
-after flake, like flakes of carded cotton, to float in the air, until,
-dissolved by the heat of the sun, they would fall in gentle showers,
-causing the grass to spring, the fruits to ripen, and the corn to grow
-an inch an hour. If displeased, however, she would brew up clouds black
-as ink, sitting in the midst of them like a bottle-bellied spider in
-the midst of its web; and when these clouds broke, woe betide the
-valleys!
-
-[Illustration: _When these clouds broke, woe betide the valleys!_]
-
-In old times, say the Indian traditions, there was a kind of Manitou or
-Spirit, who kept about the wildest recesses of the Catskill mountains,
-and took a mischievous pleasure in wreaking all kinds of evils and
-vexations upon the red men. Sometimes he would assume the form of a
-bear, a panther, or a deer, lead the bewildered hunter a weary chase
-through tangled forests and among ragged rocks, and then spring off
-with a loud ho! ho! leaving him aghast on the brink of a beetling
-precipice or raging torrent.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-The favourite abode of this Manitou is still shown. It is a great
-rock or cliff on the loneliest part of the mountains, and, from the
-flowering vines which clamber about it, and the wild flowers which
-abound in its neighbourhood, is known by the name of the Garden Rock.
-Near the foot of it is a small lake, the haunt of the solitary bittern,
-with water-snakes basking in the sun on the leaves of the pond-lilies
-which lie on the surface. This place was held in great awe by the
-Indians, insomuch that the boldest hunter would not pursue his game
-within its precincts. Once upon a time, however, a hunter who had
-lost his way penetrated to the Garden Rock, where he beheld a number
-of gourds placed in the crotches of trees. One of these he seized and
-made off with it, but in the hurry of his retreat he let it fall among
-the rocks, when a great stream gushed forth, which washed him away
-and swept him down precipices, where he was dashed to pieces, and the
-stream made its way to the Hudson, and continues to flow to the present
-day, being the identical stream known by the name of the Kaaters-kill.
-
-[Illustration]
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-<p class="p120 center mt0">LONDON: WILLIAM HEINEMANN</p>
-</div>
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-<hr class="divider" />
-<div class="figcenter width500">
-<div><a name="frontis" id="frontis"></a></div>
-<img src="images/i004-s.jpg" width="500" height="699" alt="" />
-<div class="caption">“He used to console himself by frequenting a kind of
-perpetual club of the sages, philosophers and other idle
-personages, which held its sessions before a small inn.”</div>
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-<div><a name="title" id="title"></a></div>
-<img src="images/i-title.jpg" width="500" height="610" alt="Title page" />
-
-<p class="p140 center">RIP VAN WINKLE</p>
-
-<p class="p120 noi">BY · WASHINGTON<br />
-IRVING<br />
-ILLUSTRATED · BY<br />
-ARTHUR · RACKHAM</p>
-
-<p class="center"><small>LONDON: WILLIAM · HEINEMANN<br />
-NEW · YORK: DOUBLEDAY · PAGE · &amp; C<sup>ọ</sup></small></p>
-</div></div>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="section">
-<hr class="divider2" />
-</div>
-<div class="title-page">
-<p class="hang"><i>Complete Edition, with 51 Illustrations in Colour. First published
-(15s. net) September 1905.</i></p>
-
-<p class="hang"><i>New Impressions January 1907; August 1908; May 1909;
-November 1910.</i></p>
-
-<p class="hang"><i>Cheaper Issue, with 24 Illustrations in Colour and many new
-Illustrations in the Text October 1916. New Impression
-1917, 1919.</i></p>
-</div>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="section">
-<hr class="divider" />
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_v" id="Page_v">v</a></span>
-</div>
-
-
-
-<h2><a name="illustrations" id="illustrations"></a>ILLUSTRATIONS</h2>
-
-<table summary="Illustrations">
-<tr>
-<th colspan="2">IN COLOUR</th>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-<th class="tdr2" colspan="2">To face page</th>
-</tr>
-
-<tr>
-<td class="tdl">“He used to console himself by frequenting a kind of perpetual club of the
-sages, philosophers and other idle personages, which held its sessions
-before a small inn”</td>
-<td class="tdr2"><a href="#frontis"><i>Frontispiece</i></a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-<td class="tdl">“Certain biscuit-bakers have gone so far as to imprint his likeness on
-their New-Year Cakes”</td>
-<td class="tdr2"><a href="#biscuit">x</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-<td class="tdl">“These mountains are regarded by all good wives, far and near, as perfect
-barometers”</td>
-<td class="tdr2"><a href="#mountains">x</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-<td class="tdl">“Some of the houses of the original settlers”</td>
-<td class="tdr2"><a href="#of">2</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-<td class="tdl">“A curtain-lecture is worth all the sermons in the world for teaching the
-virtues of patience and long-suffering”</td>
-<td class="tdr2"><a href="#curtain">2</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-<td class="tdl">“Taught them to fly kites”</td>
-<td class="tdr2"><a href="#them">2</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-<td class="tdl">“His cow would go astray or get among the cabbages”</td>
-<td class="tdr2"><a href="#cow"> 4</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-<td class="tdl">“His children were as ragged and wild as if they belonged to nobody”</td>
-<td class="tdr2"><a href="#children">4</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-<td class="tdl">“Equipped in a pair of his father’s cast-off galligaskins, which he had as
-much ado to hold up as a fine lady does her train in bad weather”</td>
-<td class="tdr2"><a href="#in">4</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-<td class="tdl">“So that he was fain to draw off his forces and take to the outside of the
-house&mdash;the only side which, in truth, belongs to a henpecked husband.”</td>
-<td class="tdr2"><a href="#that">6</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-<td class="tdl">“A company of odd-looking persons playing at ninepins”</td>
-<td class="tdr2"><a href="#company">10</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-<td class="tdl">“They maintained the gravest faces”</td>
-<td class="tdr2"><a href="#maintained">12</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-<td class="tdl">“They stared at him with such fixed, statue-like gaze, that his heart turned
-within him and his knees smote together”</td>
-<td class="tdr2"><a href="#stared">12</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-<td class="tdl">“He even ventured to taste the beverage, which he found had much of
-the flavour of excellent Hollands”</td>
-<td class="tdr2"><a href="#even">12</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-<td class="tdl">“Surely,” thought he, “I have not slept here all night.... Oh! that
-flagon! that wicked flagon! what excuse shall I make to Dame Van
-Winkle?”</td>
-<td class="tdr2"><a href="#surely">12</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-<td class="tdl"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_vi" id="Page_vi">vi</a></span>
-“They all stared at him with equal marks of surprise and invariably stroked
-their chins”</td>
-<td class="tdr2"><a href="#all">14</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-<td class="tdl">“A troop of strange children ran at his heels, hooting after him and pointing
-at his grey beard”</td>
-<td class="tdr2"><a href="#troop">14</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-<td class="tdl">“The dogs, too, not one of whom he recognised for an old acquaintance,
-barked at him as he passed”</td>
-<td class="tdr2"><a href="#dogs">14</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-<td class="tdl">“He found the house gone to decay.... ‘My very dog,’ sighed poor Rip,
-‘has forgotten me’”</td>
-<td class="tdr2"><a href="#found">16</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-<td class="tdl">“They crowded round him, eyeing him from head to foot with great curiosity”</td>
-<td class="tdr2"><a href="#crowded">      16</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-<td class="tdl">Rip’s daughter and grandchild</td>
-<td class="tdr2"><a href="#daughter">20</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-<td class="tdl">“He preferred making friends among the rising generation, with whom he
-soon grew into great favour”</td>
-<td class="tdr2"><a href="#preferred">24</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-<td class="tdl">“The Kaatsberg or Catskill mountains have always been a region full of fable”</td>
-<td class="tdr2"><a href="#kaatsberg">      26</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-<td class="tdl">They were ruled by an old squaw spirit</td>
-<td class="tdr2"><a href="#were">28</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-<th colspan="2">IN TEXT</th>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-<th class="tdr2" colspan="2">Page</th>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-<td class="tdl">These fairy mountains</td>
-<td class="tdr2"><a href="#fairy">2</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-<td class="tdl">Long stories of ghosts, witches, and Indians</td>
-<td class="tdr2"><a href="#stories">5</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-<td class="tdl">Peter was the most ancient inhabitant of the village</td>
-<td class="tdr2"><a href="#was">21</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-<td class="tdl">The Kaatskill mountains had always been haunted by strange beings</td>
-<td class="tdr2"><a href="#kaatskill">25</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-<td class="tdl">Very subject to marvellous events and appearances</td>
-<td class="tdr2"><a href="#subject">30</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-<td class="tdl">When these clouds broke, woe betide the valleys</td>
-<td class="tdr2"><a href="#these">33</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-<td class="tdl">With a loud ho! ho!</td>
-<td class="tdr2"><a href="#loud">35</a></td>
-</tr>
-</table>
-
-
-<div class="figcenter width200">
-<img src="images/i010.jpg" width="200" height="118" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="section">
-<hr class="divider" />
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_vii" id="Page_vii">vii</a></span>
-</div>
-
-<div class="figcenter width400">
-<img src="images/i011.jpg" width="400" height="247" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry"><div class="verse">
-<div class="line">By Woden, God of Saxons,</div>
-<div class="line">From whence comes Wensday, that is Wodensday.</div>
-<div class="line">Truth is a thing that ever I will keep</div>
-<div class="line">Unto thylke day in which I creep into</div>
-<div class="line">My sepulchre&mdash;&mdash;</div>
-<div class="smcap right">Cartwright.</div>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_viii" id="Page_viii">viii</a></span>
-</div></div></div>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="section">
-<hr class="divider" />
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_ix" id="Page_ix">ix</a></span>
-</div>
-
-<div class="figcenter width400">
-<img src="images/i013.jpg" width="400" height="256" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<h2><a name="introduction" id="introduction"></a>INTRODUCTION</h2>
-
-<p class="noi"><span class="dropcap">T</span>he following tale was found among the papers of the
-late Diedrich Knickerbocker, an old gentleman of
-New York, who was very curious in the Dutch
-history of the province, and the manners of the
-descendants from its primitive settlers. His historical researches,
-however, did not lie so much among books as
-among men; for the former are lamentably scanty on his
-favourite topics; whereas he found the old burghers, and still
-more their wives, rich in that legendary lore so invaluable to
-true history. Whenever, therefore, he happened upon a
-genuine Dutch family, snugly shut up in its low-roofed farmhouse,
-under a spreading sycamore, he looked upon it as a little
-clasped volume of black-letter, and studied it with the zeal of
-a book-worm.</p>
-
-<p>The result of all these researches was a history of the province
-during the reign of the Dutch governors, which he published
-some years since. There have been various opinions as to the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_x" id="Page_x">x</a></span>
-literary character of his work, and, to tell the truth, it is not a
-whit better than it should be. Its chief merit is its scrupulous
-accuracy, which indeed was a little questioned on its first appearance,
-but has since been completely established; and it is now
-admitted into all historical collections as a book of unquestionable
-authority.</p>
-
-<div class="float-right width150">
-<img src="images/i014.jpg" width="150" height="300" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p>The old gentleman died shortly after the publication of his
-work; and now that he is dead and gone, it cannot do much
-harm to his memory to say that his time might have been much
-better employed in weightier labours. He, however, was apt to ride
-his hobby in his own way; and though it did now and then kick up
-the dust a little in the eyes of his neighbours, and grieve the spirit
-of some friends, for whom he felt the
-truest deference and affection, yet his
-errors and follies are remembered “more
-in sorrow than anger,” and it begins to
-be suspected that he never intended to
-injure or offend. But however his
-memory may be appreciated by critics,
-it is still held dear by many folks whose
-good opinion is well worth having; particularly
-by certain biscuit-bakers, who
-have gone so far as to imprint his likeness
-on their new-year cakes; and have
-thus given him a chance for immortality,
-almost equal to the being stamped on a
-Waterloo medal, or a Queen Anne’s
-farthing.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter width500">
-<div><a name="biscuit" id="biscuit"></a></div>
-<img src="images/i017-s.jpg" width="500" height="731" alt="" />
-<div class="caption">“Certain biscuit-bakers have gone so far as to imprint his
-likeness on their New-Year Cakes.”</div>
-<div class="hidehand"><a href="images/i017-l.jpg">See larger view</a></div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="figcenter width500">
-<div><a name="mountains" id="mountains"></a></div>
-<img src="images/i021-s.jpg" width="500" height="595" alt="" />
-<div class="caption">“These mountains are regarded by all good wives, far and
-near, as perfect barometers.”</div>
-<div class="hidehand"><a href="images/i021-l.jpg">See larger view</a></div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="figcenter width500">
-<div><a name="fairy" id="fairy"></a></div>
-<img src="images/i024.jpg" width="500" height="583" alt="" />
-<div class="caption"><i>These fairy mountains.</i></div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="figcenter width500">
-<div><a name="of" id="of"></a></div>
-<img src="images/i027-s.jpg" width="500" height="706" alt="" />
-<div class="caption">“Some of the houses of the original settlers.”</div>
-<div class="hidehand"><a href="images/i027-l.jpg">See larger view</a></div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="figcenter width500">
-<div><a name="curtain" id="curtain"></a></div>
-<img src="images/i031-s.jpg" width="500" height="866" alt="" />
-<div class="caption">“A curtain-lecture is worth all the sermons in the world
-for teaching the virtues of patience and long-suffering.”</div>
-<div class="hidehand"><a href="images/i031-l.jpg">See larger view</a></div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="figcenter width500">
-<div><a name="them" id="them"></a></div>
-<img src="images/i035-s.jpg" width="500" height="738" alt="" />
-<div class="caption">“Taught them to fly kites.”</div>
-<div class="hidehand"><a href="images/i035-l.jpg">See larger view</a></div>
-</div>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<hr class="divider" />
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">3</a></span>
-</div>
-
-
-<h2><a name="RIP_VAN_WINKLE" id="RIP_VAN_WINKLE"></a>RIP VAN WINKLE</h2>
-
-<div class="dropcap-float">
-<img class="drop-cap" src="images/drop-w.png" width="200" height="184" alt="W" />
-</div>
-
-<p class="dropcap-text" title="W">hoever has made a voyage up the
-Hudson must remember the Kaatskill
-mountains. They are a dismembered
-branch of the great Appalachian family,
-and are seen away to the west of the river,
-swelling up to a noble height, and lording
-it over the surrounding country. Every
-change of season, every change of weather, indeed, every hour
-of the day, produces some change in the magical hues and shapes
-of these mountains, and they are regarded by all the good wives,
-far and near, as perfect barometers. When the weather is fair
-and settled, they are clothed in blue and purple, and print their
-bold outlines on the clear evening sky; but sometimes, when the
-rest of the landscape is cloudless, they will gather a hood of
-grey vapours about their summits, which, in the last rays of the
-setting sun, will glow and light up like a crown of glory.</p>
-
-<p>At the foot of these fairy mountains, the voyager may have
-descried the light smoke curling up from a village, whose shingle-roofs
-gleam among the trees, just where the blue tints of the
-upland melt away into the fresh green of the nearer landscape.
-It is a little village, of great antiquity, having been founded
-by some of the Dutch colonists in the early times of the province,
-just about the beginning of the government of the good
-Peter Stuyvesant (may he rest in peace!), and there were some
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">4</a></span>
-of the houses of the original settlers standing within a few years,
-built of small yellow bricks brought from Holland, having
-latticed windows and gable fronts, surmounted with weathercocks.</p>
-
-<p>In that same village and in one of these very houses (which,
-to tell the precise truth, was sadly time-worn and weather-beaten),
-there lived, many years since, while the country was yet a province
-of Great Britain, a simple, good-natured fellow, of the name of
-Rip Van Winkle. He was a descendant of the Van Winkles who
-figured so gallantly in the chivalrous days of Peter Stuyvesant,
-and accompanied him to the siege of Fort Christina. He inherited,
-however, but little of the martial character of his ancestors. I
-have observed that he was a simple, good-natured man; he was,
-moreover, a kind neighbour, and an obedient, hen-pecked husband.
-Indeed, to the latter circumstance might be owing that meekness
-of spirit which gained him such universal popularity; for those
-men are apt to be obsequious and conciliating abroad, who
-are under the discipline of shrews at home. Their tempers,
-doubtless, are rendered pliant and malleable in the fiery furnace
-of domestic tribulation; and a curtain-lecture is worth all the
-sermons in the world for teaching the virtues of patience and
-long-suffering. A termagant wife may, therefore, in some respects,
-be considered a tolerable blessing; and if so, Rip Van Winkle
-was thrice blessed.</p>
-
-<p>Certain it is that he was a great favourite among all the good
-wives of the village, who, as usual with the amiable sex, took his
-part in all family squabbles; and never failed, whenever they
-talked those matters over in their evening gossipings, to lay all
-the blame on Dame Van Winkle. The children of the village, too,
-would shout with joy whenever he approached. He assisted at
-their sports, made their playthings, taught them to fly kites and
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">5</a></span>
-shoot marbles, and told them long stories of ghosts, witches, and
-Indians. Whenever he went dodging about the village, he was
-surrounded by a troop of them, hanging on his skirts, clambering
-on his back, and playing a thousand tricks on him with impunity;
-and not a dog would bark at him throughout the neighbourhood.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter width500">
-<div><a name="cow" id="cow"></a></div>
-<img src="images/i041-s.jpg" width="500" height="663" alt="" />
-<div class="caption">“His cow would go astray or get among the cabbages.”</div>
-<div class="hidehand"><a href="images/i041-l.jpg">See larger view</a></div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="figcenter width500">
-<div><a name="children" id="children"></a></div>
-<img src="images/i045-s.jpg" width="500" height="780" alt="" />
-<div class="caption">“His children were as ragged and wild as if they belonged
-to nobody.”</div>
-<div class="hidehand"><a href="images/i045-l.jpg">See larger view</a></div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="figcenter width500">
-<div><a name="in" id="in"></a></div>
-<img src="images/i049-s.jpg" width="500" height="735" alt="" />
-<div class="caption">“Equipped in a pair of his father’s cast-off galligaskins,
-which he had as much ado to hold up as a fine lady does her
-train in bad weather.”</div>
-<div class="hidehand"><a href="images/i049-l.jpg">See larger view</a></div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="section">
-<div class="figcenter width400">
-<div><a name="stories" id="stories"></a></div>
-<img src="images/i051.jpg" width="400" height="238" alt="" />
-<div class="caption"><i>Long stories of ghosts, witches, and Indians.</i></div>
-</div></div>
-
-<p>The great error in Rip’s composition was an insuperable aversion
-to all kinds of profitable labour. It could not be for want
-of assiduity or perseverance; for he would sit on a wet rock, with
-a rod as long and heavy as a Tartar’s lance, and fish all day without
-a murmur, even though he should not be encouraged by a single
-nibble. He would carry a fowling-piece on his shoulder for hours
-together, trudging through woods and swamps, and up hill and
-down dale, to shoot a few squirrels or wild pigeons. He would
-never refuse to assist a neighbour even in the roughest toil, and
-was a foremost man in all country frolics for husking Indian corn,
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">6</a></span>
-or building stone fences; the women of the village, too, used to
-employ him to run their errands, and to do such little odd jobs
-as their less obliging husbands would not do for them. In a
-word, Rip was ready to attend to anybody’s business but his own;
-but as to doing family duty, and keeping his farm in order, he found
-it impossible.</p>
-
-<p>In fact, he declared it was of no use to work on his farm;
-it was the most pestilent little piece of ground in the whole
-country; everything about it went wrong, in spite of him. His
-fences were continually falling to pieces; his cow would either
-go astray, or get among the cabbages; weeds were sure to
-grow quicker in his fields than anywhere else; the rain always
-made a point of setting in just as he had some outdoor work to do;
-so that though his patrimonial estate had dwindled away under his
-management, acre by acre, until there was little more left than a
-mere patch of Indian corn and potatoes, yet it was the worst-conditioned
-farm in the neighbourhood.</p>
-
-<p>His children, too, were as ragged and wild as if they belonged to
-nobody. His son Rip, an urchin begotten in his own likeness,
-promised to inherit the habits, with the old clothes, of his father.
-He was generally seen trooping like a colt at his mother’s heels,
-equipped in a pair of his father’s cast-off galligaskins, which he
-had much ado to hold up with one hand, as a fine lady does her
-train in bad weather.</p>
-
-<p>Rip Van Winkle, however, was one of those happy mortals, of
-foolish, well-oiled dispositions, who take the world easy, eat white
-bread or brown, whichever can be got with least thought or
-trouble, and would rather starve on a penny than work for a pound.
-If left to himself, he would have whistled life away in perfect
-contentment; but his wife kept continually dinning in his ears
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">7</a></span>
-about his idleness, his carelessness, and the ruin he was bringing
-on his family. Morning, noon, and night, her tongue was incessantly
-going, and everything he said or did was sure to produce
-a torrent of household eloquence. Rip had but one way of replying
-to all lectures of the kind, and that, by frequent use, had grown
-into a habit. He shrugged his shoulders, shook his head, cast
-up his eyes, but said nothing. This, however, always provoked
-a fresh volley from his wife; so that he was fain to draw off his
-forces, and take to the outside of the house&mdash;the only side which,
-in truth, belongs to a hen-pecked husband.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter width500">
-<div><a name="that" id="that"></a></div>
-<img src="images/i055-s.jpg" width="500" height="708" alt="" />
-<div class="caption">“So that he was fain to draw off his forces and take to the
-outside of the house&mdash;the only side which, in truth, belongs
-to a henpecked husband.”</div>
-<div class="hidehand"><a href="images/i055-l.jpg">See larger view</a></div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="section">
-<p>Rip’s sole domestic adherent was his dog Wolf, who was as
-much hen-pecked as his master; for Dame Van Winkle regarded
-them as companions in idleness, and even looked upon Wolf with
-an evil eye, as the cause of his master’s going so often astray.
-True it is, in all points of spirit befitting an honourable dog, he
-was as courageous an animal as ever scoured the woods&mdash;but
-what courage can withstand the evil-doing and all-besetting
-terrors of a woman’s tongue? The moment Wolf entered the
-house his chest fell, his tail drooped to the ground or curled
-between his legs, he sneaked about with a gallows air, casting
-many a sidelong glance at Dame Van Winkle, and at the least
-flourish of a broomstick or ladle he would fly to the door with
-yelping precipitation.</p>
-</div>
-
-<div class="float-left width400">
-<img src="images/i058.jpg" width="400" height="302" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p>Times grew worse and worse with Rip Van Winkle as years of
-matrimony rolled on; a tart temper never mellows with age, and
-a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant
-use. For a long while he used to console himself, when driven
-from home, by frequenting a kind of perpetual club of the sages,
-philosophers and other idle personages of the village, which held
-its sessions on a bench before a small inn, designated by a rubicund<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">8</a></span>
-portrait of His Majesty George the Third. Here they used to
-sit in the shade through a long, lazy summer’s day, talking listlessly
-over village gossip, or telling endless, sleepy stories about
-nothing. But it would have been worth any statesman’s money
-to have heard the profound discussions that sometimes took
-place, when by chance an old newspaper fell into their hands
-from some passing traveller. How solemnly they would listen
-to the contents, as drawled out by Derrick Van Bummel, the
-schoolmaster, a dapper, learned little man, who was not to be
-daunted by the
-most gigantic word
-in the dictionary;
-and how sagely they
-would deliberate
-upon public events
-some months after
-they had taken
-place.</p>
-
-
-<p>The opinions of
-this junto were completely
-controlled by
-Nicholas Vedder, a patriarch of the village, and landlord of the inn,
-at the door of which he took his seat from morning till night, just
-moving sufficiently to avoid the sun and keep in the shade of a large
-tree; so that the neighbours could tell the hour by his movements
-as accurately as by a sun-dial. It is true he was rarely heard to
-speak, but smoked his pipe incessantly. His adherents, however
-(for every great man has his adherents), perfectly understood
-him, and knew how to gather his opinions. When anything that
-was read or related displeased him, he was observed to smoke his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">9</a></span>
-pipe vehemently, and to send forth short, frequent, and angry
-puffs; but when pleased, he would inhale the smoke slowly and
-tranquilly, and emit it in light and placid clouds; and sometimes,
-taking the pipe from his mouth, and letting the fragrant vapour
-curl about his nose, would gravely nod his head in token of perfect
-approbation.</p>
-
-<p>From even this stronghold the unlucky Rip was at length routed
-by his termagant wife, who would suddenly break in upon the
-tranquillity of the assemblage and call the members all to
-naught; nor was that august personage, Nicholas Vedder himself,
-sacred from the daring tongue of this terrible virago, who
-charged him outright with encouraging her husband in habits of
-idleness.</p>
-
-<p>Poor Rip was at last reduced almost to despair; and his only
-alternative, to escape from the labour of the farm and clamour
-of his wife, was to take gun in hand and stroll away into the woods.
-Here he would sometimes seat himself at the foot of a tree, and
-share the contents of his wallet with Wolf, with whom he sympathised
-as a fellow-sufferer in persecution. “Poor Wolf,” he
-would say, “thy mistress leads thee a dog’s life of it; but never
-mind, my lad, whilst I live thou shalt never want a friend to stand
-by thee!” Wolf would wag his tail, look wistfully in his master’s
-face; and, if dogs can feel pity, I verily believe he reciprocated
-the sentiment with all his heart.</p>
-
-<p>In a long ramble of the kind on a fine autumnal day, Rip had
-unconsciously scrambled to one of the highest parts of the Kaatskill
-Mountains. He was after his favourite sport of squirrel
-shooting, and the still solitudes had echoed and re-echoed with
-the reports of his gun. Panting and fatigued, he threw himself,
-late in the afternoon, on a green knoll, covered with mountain<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">10</a></span>
-herbage, that crowned the brow of a precipice. From an opening
-between the trees he could overlook all the lower country for many
-a mile of rich woodland. He saw at a distance the lordly Hudson,
-far, far below him, moving on its silent but majestic course, with
-the reflection of a purple cloud, or the sail of a lagging bark, here
-and there sleeping on its glassy bosom, and at last losing itself
-in the blue highlands.</p>
-
-<p>On the other side he looked down into a deep mountain glen,
-wild, lonely, and shagged, the bottom filled with fragments from
-the impending cliffs, and scarcely lighted by the reflected rays of
-the setting sun. For some time Rip lay musing on this scene;
-evening was gradually advancing; the mountains began to throw
-their long blue shadows over the valleys; he saw that it would
-be dark long before he could reach the village, and he heaved a
-heavy sigh when he thought of encountering the terrors of Dame
-Van Winkle.</p>
-
-<p>As he was about to descend, he heard a voice from a distance,
-hallooing: “Rip Van Winkle! Rip Van Winkle!” He looked
-round, but could see nothing but a crow winging its solitary flight
-across the mountain. He thought his fancy must have deceived
-him, and turned again to descend, when he heard the same cry
-ring through the still evening air: “Rip Van Winkle! Rip Van
-Winkle!” At the same time Wolf bristled up his back, and
-giving a low growl, skulked to his master’s side, looking fearfully
-down into the glen. Rip now felt a vague apprehension stealing
-over him; he looked anxiously in the same direction, and perceived
-a strange figure slowly toiling up the rocks, and bending
-under the weight of something he carried on his back. He
-was surprised to see any human being in this lonely and
-unfrequented place; but supposing it to be some one of the
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">11</a></span>
-neighbourhood in need of his assistance, he hastened down to
-yield it.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter width700">
-<div><a name="company" id="company"></a></div>
-<img src="images/i063-s.jpg" width="700" height="491" alt="" />
-<div class="caption">“A company of odd-looking persons playing at ninepins.”</div>
-<div class="hidehand"><a href="images/i063-l.jpg">See larger view</a></div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="figcenter width400">
-<img src="images/i065.jpg" width="400" height="357" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p>On nearer approach he was still more surprised at the singularity
-of the stranger’s appearance. He was a short, square-built old
-fellow, with thick bushy hair, and a grizzled beard. His dress
-was of the antique Dutch fashion: a cloth jerkin strapped round
-the waist&mdash;several pair of breeches, the outer one of ample volume,
-decorated with rows of buttons down the sides, and bunches at
-the knees. He bore on his shoulder a stout keg, that seemed
-full of liquor, and made signs for Rip to approach and assist him
-with the load. Though rather shy and distrustful of his new<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">12</a></span>
-acquaintance, Rip complied with his usual alacrity; and mutually
-relieving one another, they clambered up a narrow gully, apparently
-the dry bed of a mountain torrent. As they ascended, Rip
-every now and then heard long, rolling peals, like distant thunder,
-that seemed to issue out of a deep ravine, or rather cleft, between
-lofty rocks, toward which their ragged path conducted. He
-paused for an instant, but supposing it to be the muttering of one
-of those transient thunder-showers which often take place in
-mountain heights, he proceeded. Passing through the ravine,
-they came to a hollow, like a small amphitheatre, surrounded
-by perpendicular precipices, over the brinks of which impending
-trees shot their branches, so that you only caught glimpses
-of the azure sky and the bright evening cloud. During the
-whole time Rip and his companion had laboured on in
-silence; for though the former marvelled greatly what could be
-the object of carrying a keg of liquor up this wild mountain,
-yet there was something strange and incomprehensible about
-the unknown, that inspired awe and checked familiarity.</p>
-
-<div class="float-left width150">
-<img src="images/i066.jpg" width="150" height="257" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<div class="float-right width200">
-<img src="images/i083a.jpg" width="200" height="279" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p>On entering the amphitheatre, new objects
-of wonder presented themselves. On a level
-spot in the centre was a company of odd-looking
-personages playing at ninepins. They
-were dressed in a quaint, outlandish fashion;
-some wore short doublets, others jerkins,
-with long knives in their belts, and most
-of them had enormous breeches, of similar
-style with that of the guide’s. Their
-visages, too, were peculiar; one had a large
-beard, broad face, and small piggish eyes;
-the face of another seemed to consist
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">13</a></span>
-entirely of nose, and was surmounted
-by a white sugar-loaf hat, set off
-with a little red cock’s tail. They
-all had beards, of various shapes and
-colours. There was one who seemed
-to be the commander. He was a
-stout old gentleman, with a weather-beaten
-countenance; he wore a laced
-doublet, broad belt and hanger,
-high-crowned hat and feather, red
-stockings, and high-heeled shoes,
-with roses in them. The whole
-group reminded Rip of the figures
-in an old Flemish painting, in the parlour of Dominie Van
-Shaick, the village parson, and which had been brought over
-from Holland at the time of the settlement.</p>
-
-<div class="float-right width200">
-<img src="images/i083b.jpg" width="200" height="252" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p>What seemed particularly odd to Rip was, that these folks
-were evidently amusing themselves, yet
-they maintained the gravest faces, the
-most mysterious silence, and were,
-withal, the most melancholy party of
-pleasure he had ever witnessed.
-Nothing interrupted the stillness of
-the scene but the noise of the balls,
-which, whenever they were rolled,
-echoed along the mountains like
-rumbling peals of thunder.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter width500">
-<div><a name="maintained" id="maintained"></a></div>
-<img src="images/i069-s.jpg" width="500" height="727" alt="" />
-<div class="caption">“They maintained the gravest faces.”</div>
-<div class="hidehand"><a href="images/i069-l.jpg">See larger view</a></div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="section">
-<div class="figcenter width700">
-<div><a name="stared" id="stared"></a></div>
-<img src="images/i073-s.jpg" width="700" height="501" alt="" />
-<div class="caption">“They stared at him with such fixed, statue-like gaze, that
-his heart turned within him and his knees smote together.”</div>
-<div class="hidehand"><a href="images/i073-l.jpg">See larger view</a></div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="figcenter width500">
-<div><a name="even" id="even"></a></div>
-<img src="images/i077-s.jpg" width="500" height="766" alt="" />
-<div class="caption">“He even ventured to taste the beverage, which he found
-had much of the flavour of excellent Hollands.”</div>
-<div class="hidehand"><a href="images/i077-l.jpg">See larger view</a></div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="figcenter width500">
-<div><a name="surely" id="surely"></a></div>
-<img src="images/i081-s.jpg" width="500" height="723" alt="" />
-<div class="caption">“Surely,” thought he, “I have not slept here all night....
-Oh! that flagon! that wicked flagon! what excuse
-shall I make to Dame Van Winkle?”</div>
-<div class="hidehand"><a href="images/i081-l.jpg">See larger view</a></div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="section">
-<p>As Rip and his companion approached
-them, they suddenly desisted from their
-play, and stared at him with such fixed,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">14</a></span>
-statue-like gaze, and such strange, uncouth, lack-lustre countenances,
-that his heart turned within him, and his knees smote
-together. His companion now emptied the contents of the keg
-into large flagons, and made signs to him to wait upon the
-company. He obeyed with fear and trembling; they quaffed
-the liquor in profound silence, and then returned to their game.</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>By degrees Rip’s awe and apprehension subsided. He even
-ventured, when no eye was fixed upon him, to taste the beverage,
-which he found had much of the flavour of excellent Hollands.
-He was naturally a thirsty soul, and was soon tempted to repeat
-the draught. One taste provoked another; and he reiterated his
-visits to the flagon so often that at length his senses were overpowered,
-his eyes swam in his head, his head gradually declined,
-and he fell into a deep sleep.</p>
-
-<p>On waking, he found himself on the green knoll whence he had
-first seen the old man of the glen. He rubbed his eyes&mdash;it was a
-bright sunny morning. The birds were hopping and twittering
-among the bushes, and the eagle was wheeling aloft, and breasting
-the pure mountain breeze. “Surely,” thought Rip, “I have not
-slept here all night.” He recalled the occurrences before he fell
-asleep. The strange man with a keg of liquor&mdash;the mountain
-ravine&mdash;the wild retreat among the rocks&mdash;the woebegone party
-at ninepins&mdash;the flagon&mdash;“Oh! that flagon! that wicked
-flagon!” thought Rip,&mdash;“what excuse shall I make to Dame Van
-Winkle?”</p>
-
-<p>He looked round for his gun, but in place of the clean, well-oiled
-fowling-piece, he found an old firelock lying by him, the
-barrel incrusted with rust, the lock falling off, and the stock worm-eaten.
-He now suspected that the grave roysterers of the mountains
-had put a trick upon him, and, having dosed him with liquor,
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">15</a></span>
-had robbed him of his gun. Wolf, too, had disappeared, but he
-might have strayed away after a squirrel or partridge. He whistled
-after him, and shouted his name, but all in vain; the echoes
-repeated his whistle and shout, but no dog was to be seen.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter width700">
-<div><a name="all" id="all"></a></div>
-<img src="images/i087-s.jpg" width="700" height="466" alt="" />
-<div class="caption">“They all stared at him with equal marks of surprise and
-invariably stroked their chins.”</div>
-<div class="hidehand"><a href="images/i087-l.jpg">See larger view</a></div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="figcenter width700">
-<div><a name="troop" id="troop"></a></div>
-<img src="images/i091-s.jpg" width="700" height="494" alt="" />
-<div class="caption">“A troop of strange children ran at his heels, hooting after
-him and pointing at his grey beard.”</div>
-<div class="hidehand"><a href="images/i091-l.jpg">See larger view</a></div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="figcenter width500">
-<div><a name="dogs" id="dogs"></a></div>
-<img src="images/i095-s.jpg" width="500" height="680" alt="" />
-<div class="caption">“The dogs, too, not one of whom he recognised for an old
-acquaintance, barked at him as he passed.”</div>
-<div class="hidehand"><a href="images/i095-l.jpg">See larger view</a></div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="section">
-<p>He determined to revisit the scene of the last evening’s gambol,
-and if he met with any of the party, to demand his dog and gun.
-As he rose to walk, he found himself stiff in the joints, and wanting
-in his usual activity. “These mountain beds do not agree with
-me,” thought Rip, “and if this frolic should lay me up with a
-fit of the rheumatism, I shall have a blessed time with Dame Van
-Winkle.” With some difficulty he got down into the glen: he
-found the gully up which he and his companion had ascended
-the preceding evening; but to his astonishment a mountain stream
-was now foaming down it, leaping from rock to rock, and filling
-the glen with babbling murmurs. He, however, made shift to
-scramble up its sides, working his toilsome way through thickets
-of birch, sassafras, and witch-hazel, and sometimes tripped up or
-entangled by the wild grape-vines that twisted their coils or tendrils
-from tree to tree, and spread a kind of network in his path.</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>At length he reached to where the ravine had opened through
-the cliffs to the amphitheatre; but no traces of such opening
-remained. The rocks presented a high, impenetrable wall, over
-which the torrent came tumbling in a sheet of feathery foam, and
-fell into a broad deep basin, black from the shadows of the surrounding
-forest. Here, then, poor Rip was brought to a stand. He
-again called and whistled after his dog; he was only answered by
-the cawing of a flock of idle crows, sporting high in the air about a
-dry tree that overhung a sunny precipice; and who, secure in their
-elevation, seemed to look down and scoff at the poor man’s perplexities.
-What was to be done? the morning was passing away,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">16</a></span>
-and Rip felt famished for want of his breakfast. He grieved to
-give up his dog and gun; he dreaded to meet his wife; but it
-would not do to starve among the mountains. He shook his head,
-shouldered the rusty firelock, and, with a heart full of trouble and
-anxiety, turned his steps homeward.</p>
-
-<p>As he approached the village he met a number of people, but
-none whom he knew, which somewhat surprised him, for he had
-thought himself acquainted with every one in the country round.
-Their dress, too, was of a different fashion from that to which he
-was accustomed. They all stared at him with equal marks of
-surprise, and whenever they cast their eyes upon him, invariably
-stroked their chins. The constant recurrence of this gesture
-induced Rip, involuntarily, to do the same, when, to his astonishment,
-he found his beard had grown a foot long!</p>
-
-<p>He had now entered the skirts of the village. A troop of strange
-children ran at his heels, hooting after him, and pointing at his
-grey beard. The dogs, too, not one of whom he recognised for
-an old acquaintance, barked at him as he passed. The very
-village was altered; it was larger and more populous. There
-were rows of houses which he had never seen before, and those
-which had been his familiar haunts had disappeared. Strange
-names were over the doors&mdash;strange faces at the windows&mdash;everything
-was strange. His mind now misgave him; he began
-to doubt whether both he and the world around him were not
-bewitched. Surely this was his native village, which he had
-left but the day before. There stood the Kaatskill Mountains&mdash;there
-ran the silver Hudson at a distance&mdash;there was every hill
-and dale precisely as it had always been. Rip was sorely perplexed.
-“That flagon last night,” thought he, “has addled my
-poor head sadly!”</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter width700">
-<div><a name="found" id="found"></a></div>
-<img src="images/i101-s.jpg" width="700" height="486" alt="" />
-<div class="caption">“He found the house gone to decay.... ‘My very dog,’
-sighed poor Rip, ‘has forgotten me.’”</div>
-<div class="hidehand"><a href="images/i101-l.jpg">See larger view</a></div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="figcenter width500">
-<div><a name="crowded" id="crowded"></a></div>
-<img src="images/i105-s.jpg" width="500" height="609" alt="" />
-<div class="caption">“They crowded round him, eyeing him from head to foot
-with great curiosity.”</div>
-<div class="hidehand"><a href="images/i105-l.jpg">See larger view</a></div>
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">17</a></span>
-It was with some difficulty that he found the way to his own
-house, which he approached with silent awe, expecting every
-moment to hear the shrill voice of Dame Van Winkle. He found
-the house gone to decay&mdash;the roof had fallen in, the windows
-shattered, and the doors off the hinges. A half-starved dog that
-looked like Wolf was skulking about it. Rip called him by name,
-but the cur snarled, showed his teeth, and passed on. This was
-an unkind cut indeed. “My very dog,” sighed poor Rip, “has
-forgotten me!”</p>
-
-<p>He entered the house, which, to tell the truth, Dame Van Winkle
-had always kept in neat order. It was empty, forlorn, and apparently
-abandoned. This desolateness overcame all his connubial fears&mdash;he
-called loudly for his wife and children&mdash;the lonely chambers
-rang for a moment with his voice, and then all again was silence.</p>
-
-<p>He now hurried forth, and hastened to his old resort, the village
-inn&mdash;but it too was gone. A large rickety wooden building stood
-in its place, with great gaping windows, some of them broken
-and mended with old hats and petticoats, and over the door was
-painted, “The Union Hotel, by Jonathan Doolittle.” Instead
-of the great tree that used to shelter the quiet little Dutch inn of
-yore, there now was reared a tall, naked pole, with something on
-the top that looked like a red nightcap, and from it was fluttering
-a flag, on which was a singular assemblage of stars and stripes;&mdash;all
-this was strange and incomprehensible. He recognised on
-the sign, however, the ruby face of King George, under which
-he had smoked so many a peaceful pipe; but even this was singularly
-metamorphosed. The red coat was changed for one of blue
-and buff, a sword was held in the hand instead of a sceptre, the
-head was decorated with a cocked hat, and underneath was painted
-in large characters, “<span class="smcap">General Washington</span>.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">18</a></span>
-There was, as usual, a crowd of folk about the door, but none
-that Rip recollected. The very character of the people seemed
-changed. There was a busy, bustling, disputatious tone about
-it, instead of the accustomed phlegm and drowsy tranquillity.
-He looked in vain for the sage Nicholas Vedder, with his broad
-face, double chin, and fair long pipe, uttering clouds of tobacco-smoke
-instead of idle speeches; or Van Bummel, the schoolmaster,
-doling forth the contents of an ancient newspaper. In place of
-these, a lean, bilious-looking fellow, with his pockets full of handbills,
-was haranguing vehemently about rights of citizens&mdash;elections&mdash;members
-of congress&mdash;liberty&mdash;Bunker’s Hill&mdash;heroes of seventy-six&mdash;and
-other words, which were a perfect Babylonish jargon to
-the bewildered Van Winkle.</p>
-
-<p>The appearance of Rip, with his long, grizzled beard, his rusty
-fowling-piece, his uncouth dress, and an army of women and
-children at his heels, soon attracted the attention of the tavern
-politicians. They crowded round him, eyeing him from head to
-foot with great curiosity. The orator bustled up to him, and,
-drawing him partly aside, inquired “On which side he voted?”
-Rip stared in vacant stupidity. Another short but busy little fellow
-pulled him by the arm, and, rising on tiptoe, inquired in his ear,
-“Whether he was Federal or Democrat?” Rip was equally
-at a loss to comprehend the question; when a knowing, self-important
-old gentleman, in a sharp cocked hat, made his way
-through the crowd, putting them to the right and left with his
-elbows as he passed, and planting himself before Van Winkle,
-with one arm akimbo, the other resting on his cane, his keen eyes
-and sharp hat penetrating, as it were, into his very soul, demanded
-in an austere tone, “What brought him to the election with a
-gun on his shoulder, and a mob at his heels; and whether he meant
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">19</a></span>
-to breed a riot in the village?” “Alas! gentlemen,” cried Rip,
-somewhat dismayed, “I am a poor quiet man, a native of the
-place, and a loyal subject of the king, God bless him!”</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter width500">
-<div><a name="daughter" id="daughter"></a></div>
-<img src="images/i111-s.jpg" width="500" height="696" alt="" />
-<div class="caption">Rip’s daughter and grandchild.</div>
-<div class="hidehand"><a href="images/i111-l.jpg">See larger view</a></div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="section">
-<p>Here a general shout burst from the bystanders&mdash;“A tory!
-a tory! a spy! a refugee! hustle him! away with him!” It
-was with great difficulty that the self-important man in the cocked
-hat restored order; and, having assumed a tenfold austerity of
-brow, demanded again of the unknown culprit, what he came there
-for, and whom he was seeking? The poor man humbly assured
-him that he meant no harm, but merely came there in search of
-some of his neighbours, who used to keep about the tavern.</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>“Well&mdash;who are they?&mdash;name them.”</p>
-
-<p>Rip bethought himself a moment, and inquired: “Where’s
-Nicholas Vedder?”</p>
-
-<p>There was a silence for a little while, when an old man replied,
-in a thin, piping voice, “Nicholas Vedder! why, he is dead and
-gone these eighteen years! There was a wooden tombstone
-in the churchyard that used to tell all about him, but that’s rotten
-and gone too.”</p>
-
-<p>“Where’s Brom Dutcher?”</p>
-
-<p>“Oh, he went off to the army in the beginning of the war;
-some say he was killed at the storming of Stony Point&mdash;others
-say he was drowned in a squall at the foot of Antony’s Nose. I
-don’t know&mdash;he never came back again.”</p>
-
-<p>“Where’s Van Bummel, the schoolmaster?”</p>
-
-<p>“He went off to the wars too, was a great militia general, and is
-now in congress.”</p>
-
-<p>Rip’s heart died away at hearing of these sad changes in his
-home and friends, and finding himself thus alone in the world.
-Every answer puzzled him too, by treating of such enormous lapses<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">20</a></span>
-of time, and of matters which he could not understand: war&mdash;congress&mdash;Stony
-Point;&mdash;he had no courage to ask after any more
-friends, but cried out in despair: “Does nobody here know Rip
-Van Winkle?”</p>
-
-<p>“Oh, Rip Van Winkle!” exclaimed two or three, “oh, to be
-sure! that’s Rip Van Winkle yonder, leaning against the tree.”</p>
-
-<p>Rip looked, and beheld a precise counterpart of himself, as he
-went up the mountain; apparently as lazy, and certainly as ragged.
-The poor fellow was now completely confounded. He doubted
-his own identity, and whether he was himself or another man.
-In the midst of his bewilderment, the man in the cocked hat
-demanded who he was, and what was his name.</p>
-
-<p>“God knows!” exclaimed he, at his wit’s end; “I’m not
-myself&mdash;I’m somebody else&mdash;that’s me yonder&mdash;no&mdash;that’s somebody
-else got into my shoes&mdash;I was myself last night, but I fell
-asleep on the mountain, and they’ve changed my gun, and everything’s
-changed, and I can’t tell what’s my name, or who I am!”</p>
-
-<p>The bystanders began now to look at each other, nod, wink
-significantly, and tap their fingers against their foreheads. There
-was a whisper, also, about securing the gun, and keeping the old
-fellow from doing mischief, at the very suggestion of which the
-self-important man in the cocked hat retired with some precipitation.
-At this critical moment a fresh, comely woman pressed
-through the throng to get a peep at the grey-bearded man. She
-had a chubby child in her arms, which, frightened at his looks,
-began to cry. “Hush, Rip,” cried she, “hush, you little fool;
-the old man won’t hurt you.” The name of the child, the air
-of the mother, the tone of her voice, all awakened a train of recollections
-in his mind. “What is your name, my good woman?”
-asked he.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">21</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter width500">
-<div><a name="was" id="was"></a></div>
-<img src="images/i115.jpg" width="500" height="688" alt="" />
-<div class="caption"><i>Peter was the most ancient inhabitant of the village
-(<a href="#peter">p. 24</a>).</i></div>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">22</a></span>
-</div>
-
-<div class="section">
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">23</a></span>
-“Judith Gardenier.”</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>“And your father’s name?”</p>
-
-<p>“Ah, poor man, Rip Van Winkle was his name, but it’s twenty
-years since he went away from home with his gun, and never
-has been heard of since,&mdash;his dog came home without him; but
-whether he shot himself, or was carried away by the Indians,
-nobody can tell. I was then but a little girl.”</p>
-
-<p>Rip had but one question more to ask; but he put it with a
-faltering voice:</p>
-
-<p>“Where’s your mother?”</p>
-
-<p>“Oh, she too had died but a short time since; she broke a blood
-vessel in a fit of passion at a New-England pedler.”</p>
-
-<p>There was a drop of comfort, at least, in this intelligence. The
-honest man could contain himself no longer. He caught his
-daughter and her child in his arms. “I am your father!” cried
-he&mdash;“Young Rip Van Winkle once&mdash;old Rip Van Winkle now!&mdash;Does
-nobody know poor Rip Van Winkle?”</p>
-
-<p>All stood amazed, until an old woman, tottering out from among
-the crowd, put her hand to her brow, and peering under it in his
-face for a moment, exclaimed: “Sure enough! it is Rip Van
-Winkle&mdash;it is himself! Welcome home again, old neighbour.
-Why, where have you been these twenty long years?”</p>
-
-<p>Rip’s story was soon told, for the whole twenty years had seemed
-to him as but one night. The neighbours stared when they
-heard it; some were seen to wink at each other, and put their
-tongues in their cheeks; and the self-important man in the cocked
-hat, who, when the alarm was over, had returned to the field,
-screwed down the corners of his mouth, and shook his head&mdash;upon
-which there was a general shaking of the head throughout the
-assemblage.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">24</a></span>
-It was determined, however, to take the opinion of old Peter
-Vanderdonk, who was seen slowly advancing up the road. He
-was a descendant of the historian of that name, who wrote one of
-the earliest accounts of the province.
-<a name="peter" id="peter"></a>Peter was the most ancient
-inhabitant of the village, and well versed in all the wonderful
-events and traditions of the neighbourhood. He recollected Rip
-at once, and corroborated his story in the most satisfactory manner.
-He assured the company that it was a fact, handed down from his
-ancestor the historian, that the Kaatskill mountains had always
-been haunted by strange beings. That it was affirmed that the
-great Hendrick Hudson, the first discoverer of the river and
-country, kept a kind of vigil there every twenty years, with his
-crew of the Half-moon; being permitted in this way to revisit
-the scenes of his enterprise, and keep a guardian eye upon the
-river and the great city called by his name. That his father had
-once seen them in their old Dutch dresses playing at ninepins
-in a hollow of the mountain; and that he himself had heard, one
-summer afternoon, the sound of their balls, like distant peals of
-thunder.</p>
-
-<p>To make a long story short, the company broke up and returned
-to the more important concerns of the election. Rip’s daughter
-took him home to live with her; she had a snug, well-furnished
-house, and a stout, cheery farmer for a husband, whom Rip recollected
-for one of the urchins that used to climb upon his back.
-As to Rip’s son and heir, who was the ditto of himself, seen leaning
-against the tree, he was employed to work on the farm; but
-evinced an hereditary disposition to attend to anything else but his
-business.</p>
-
-<p>Rip now resumed his old walks and habits; he soon found
-many of his former cronies, though all rather the worse for
-the wear and tear of time; and preferred making friends
-among the rising generation, with whom he soon grew into
-great favour.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter width500">
-<div><a name="preferred" id="preferred"></a></div>
-<img src="images/i121-s.jpg" width="500" height="751" alt="" />
-<div class="caption">“He preferred making friends among the rising generation,
-with whom he soon grew into great favour.”</div>
-<div class="hidehand"><a href="images/i121-l.jpg">See larger view</a></div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="figcenter width500">
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">25</a></span>
-<div><a name="kaatskill" id="kaatskill"></a></div>
-<img src="images/i123.jpg" width="500" height="744" alt="" />
-<div class="caption"><i>The Kaatskill mountains had always been haunted by strange beings.</i></div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="figcenter width500">
-<div><a name="kaatsberg" id="kaatsberg"></a></div>
-<img src="images/i127-s.jpg" width="500" height="655" alt="" />
-<div class="caption">“The Kaatsberg or Catskill mountains have always been a
-region full of fable.”</div>
-<div class="hidehand"><a href="images/i127-l.jpg">See larger view</a></div>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">26</a></span>
-</div>
-
-<div class="section">
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">27</a></span>
-Having nothing to do at home, and being arrived at that happy
-age when a man can be idle with impunity, he took his place once
-more on the bench at the inn-door, and was reverenced as one of
-the patriarchs of the village, and a chronicle of the old times
-“before the war.” It was some time before he could get into the
-regular track of gossip, or could be made to comprehend the strange
-events that had taken place during his torpor. How that there
-had been a revolutionary war,&mdash;that the country had thrown off
-the yoke of old England,&mdash;and that, instead of being a subject of
-his Majesty George the Third, he was now a free citizen of the
-United States. Rip, in fact, was no politician; the changes of
-states and empires made but little impression on him; but there
-was one species of despotism under which he had long groaned,
-and that was&mdash;petticoat government. Happily that was at an end;
-he had got his neck out of the yoke of matrimony, and could go
-in and out whenever he pleased, without dreading the tyranny
-of Dame Van Winkle. Whenever her name was mentioned,
-however, he shook his head, shrugged his shoulders, and cast up
-his eyes; which might pass either for an expression of resignation
-to his fate, or joy at his deliverance.</p>
-</div>
-
-<div class="figcenter width500">
-<img src="images/i130.jpg" width="500" height="428" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p>He used to tell his story to every stranger that arrived at Mr.
-Doolittle’s hotel. He was observed, at first, to vary on some points
-every time he told it, which was, doubtless, owing to his having
-so recently awaked. It at last settled down precisely to the tale
-I have related, and not a man, woman, or child in the neighbourhood
-but knew it by heart. Some always pretended to doubt
-the reality of it, and insisted that Rip had been out of his head,
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">28</a></span>
-and that this was one point
-on which he always remained
-flighty. The old Dutch
-inhabitants, however, almost
-universally gave it full credit.
-Even to this day they never
-hear a thunder-storm of a
-summer afternoon about the
-Kaatskill, but they say
-Hendrick Hudson and his crew are at their game of ninepins;
-and it is a common wish of all hen-pecked husbands in the
-neighbourhood, when life hangs heavy on their hands, that
-they might have a quieting draught out of Rip Van Winkle’s
-flagon.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter width500">
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">29</a></span>
-<div><a name="were" id="were"></a></div>
-<img src="images/i133-s.jpg" width="500" height="678" alt="" />
-<div class="caption">They were ruled by an old squaw spirit.</div>
-<div class="hidehand"><a href="images/i133-l.jpg">See larger view</a></div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="section">
-<div class="figcenter width500">
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">30</a></span>
-<div><a name="subject" id="subject"></a></div>
-<img src="images/i136.jpg" width="500" height="556" alt="" />
-<div class="caption"><i>Very subject to marvellous events and appearances.</i></div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="section">
-<hr class="divider" />
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">31</a></span>
-</div>
-
-<h2><a name="note" id="note"></a>NOTE</h2>
-
-<p>The foregoing tale, one would suspect, had been suggested to
-Mr. Knickerbocker by a little German superstition about the
-Emperor Frederick <i>der Rothbart</i>, and the Kypphäuser mountain;
-the subjoined note, however, which he had appended to the tale,
-shows that it is an absolute fact, narrated with his usual fidelity.</p>
-
-<p>“The story of Rip Van Winkle may seem incredible to many,
-but nevertheless I give it my full belief, for I know the vicinity of
-our old Dutch settlements to have been very subject to marvellous
-events and appearances. Indeed, I have heard many stranger
-stories than this, in the villages along the Hudson, all of which
-were too well authenticated to admit of a doubt. I have even
-talked with Rip Van Winkle myself, who, when last I saw him,
-was a very venerable old man, and so perfectly rational and
-consistent on every other point, that I think no conscientious
-person could refuse to take this into the bargain; nay, I have seen
-a certificate on the subject taken before a country justice and
-signed with a cross, in the justice’s own handwriting. The story,
-therefore, is beyond the possibility of doubt.</p>
-
-<p class="right">“D. K.”</p>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="section">
-<hr class="divider" />
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">32</a></span>
-</div>
-
-<h2><a name="postscript" id="postscript"></a>POSTSCRIPT</h2>
-
-<p>The following are travelling notes from a memorandum-book
-of Mr. Knickerbocker.</p>
-
-<p>The Kaatsberg or Catskill mountains have always been a region
-full of fable. The Indians considered them the abode of spirits,
-who influenced the weather, spreading sunshine or clouds over the
-landscape, and sending good or bad hunting seasons. They were
-ruled by an old squaw spirit, said to be their mother. She dwelt
-on the highest peak of the Catskills, and had charge of the doors
-of day and night to open and shut them at the proper hour. She
-hung up the new moons in the skies, and cut up the old ones into
-stars. In times of drought, if properly propitiated, she would
-spin light summer clouds out of cobwebs and morning dew, and
-send them off from the crest of the mountain, flake after flake,
-like flakes of carded cotton, to float in the air, until, dissolved by
-the heat of the sun, they would fall in gentle showers, causing the
-grass to spring, the fruits to ripen, and the corn to grow an inch
-an hour. If displeased, however, she would brew up clouds
-black as ink, sitting in the midst of them like a bottle-bellied spider
-in the midst of its web; and when these clouds broke, woe betide
-the valleys!<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">33</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter width500">
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">34</a></span>
-<div><a name="these" id="these"></a></div>
-<img src="images/i139.jpg" width="500" height="632" alt="" />
-<div class="caption"><i>When these clouds broke, woe betide the valleys!</i></div>
-</div>
-
-<p>In old times, say the Indian traditions, there was a kind of Manitou
-or Spirit, who kept about the wildest recesses of the Catskill mountains,
-and took a mischievous pleasure in wreaking all kinds of evils
-and vexations upon the red men. Sometimes he would assume
-the form of a bear, a panther, or a deer, lead the bewildered hunter
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">35</a></span>
-a weary chase through tangled forests and among ragged rocks,
-and then spring off with a loud ho! ho! leaving him aghast on
-the brink of a beetling precipice or raging torrent.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter width400">
-<div><a name="loud" id="loud"></a></div>
-<img src="images/i141.jpg" width="400" height="467" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p>The favourite abode of this Manitou is still shown. It is a great<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">36</a></span>
-rock or cliff on the loneliest part of the mountains, and, from the
-flowering vines which clamber about it, and the wild flowers
-which abound in its neighbourhood, is known by the name of the
-Garden Rock. Near the foot of it is a small lake, the haunt of the
-solitary bittern, with water-snakes basking in the sun on the
-leaves of the pond-lilies which lie on the surface. This place was
-held in great awe by the Indians, insomuch that the boldest
-hunter would not pursue his game within its precincts. Once
-upon a time, however, a hunter who had lost his way penetrated
-to the Garden Rock, where he beheld a number of gourds placed
-in the crotches of trees. One of these he seized and made off
-with it, but in the hurry of his retreat he let it fall among the rocks,
-when a great stream gushed forth, which washed him away and
-swept him down precipices, where he was dashed to pieces, and
-the stream made its way to the Hudson, and continues to flow to
-the present day, being the identical stream known by the name of
-the Kaaters-kill.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter width400">
-<img src="images/i142.jpg" width="400" height="312" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-
-
-<div class="section">
-<hr class="divider" />
-<p class="center smcap"><small>PRINTED IN GREAT BRITAIN BY</small><br />
-Richard Clay and Sons, Limited,<br />
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-<div class="section">
-<hr class="divider" />
-</div>
-<div class="tn background">
-<p class="center">Transcriber’s Note:</p>
-
-<p class="noi">Attempts have been made to retain hyphenation, punctuation and spelling
-as published in the original publication.</p>
-</div>
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