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Amsterdam ancient antiquity Antony arms beautiful bosom Bracebridge breeches burghers burgomasters bustle called charms Christmas church Communipaw Corlear countenance delight door Dutch earth Edward the Confessor English fancy feelings Fort Casimir gallant Gibbet Island governor grave hand head heard heart hero historian honest honor Hudson Ichabod Indian inhabitants island Kieft kind lady land Little Britain look Manhattoes manner Master Simon ment mighty mind moss-troopers mountains Narragansets nature neighborhood neighbors Netherlands never observed old gentleman Oloffe once passed Peter Stuyvesant philosophers pipe Poffenburgh present readers renowned Rip Van Winkle round rural sage savages scene seemed Sleepy Hollow smoke soul sound spirit squire story thing thought tion told tomb trees true trumpet turn Twiller village voyage wandering warriors whole wild William Kieft William the Testy wind window worthy Wouter Van Twiller Yankees
Page 32 - 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?
Page 21 - Eip 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!
Page 440 - ... improvement, which is making such incessant changes in other parts of this restless country, sweeps by them unobserved. They are like those little nooks of still water which border a rapid stream; where we may see the straw and bubble riding quietly at anchor, or slowly revolving in their mimic harbor, undisturbed by the rush of the passing current.
Page 23 - 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...
Page 22 - 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.
Page 19 - ... 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...
Page 445 - Mather's direful tales, until the gathering dusk of the evening made the printed page a mere mist before his eyes. Then, as he wended his way, by swamp and stream and awful woodland, to the farmhouse where he happened to be quartered, every sound of nature, at that witching hour, fluttered his excited imagination : the moan of the whip-poor-will...
Page 21 - 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...
Page 32 - 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.
Page 35 - ... 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.