Rip van wrinkle
Rip van wrinkle
He saw at a distance the lordly Hudson, far, far below him, moving on its silent but majestic course, 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. He shook his head, shouldered the rusty firelock, and, with a heart full of trouble and anxiety, turned his steps homeward. Perhaps, Irving is commenting more on matrimony, but the basic view he shows is that women become overbearing heathens once they marry a man. The very village was altered: it was larger and more populous. By Charles M. A refugee! King George's portrait on the inn's sign has been replaced with one of George Washington. 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. On at least two occasions in he sailed from his home in New York to Albany to visit his sisters, Nancy and Kitty, and again in he sailed up the Hudson to Canada with his employer Judge Hoffman. Whenever, therefore, he happened upon a genuine Dutch family, snugly shut up in its low—roofed farm—house, under a spreading sycamore, he looked upon it as a little clasped volume of black—letter, and studied it with the zeal of a bookworm. He looked in vain for the sage Nicholas Vedder, with his broad face, double chin, and 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 the midst of his bewilderment, the man in the cocked hat demanded who he was, and what was his name? Rip called him by name, but the cur snarled, showed his teeth, and passed on.
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. There were rows of houses which he had never seen before, and those which had been his familiar haunts had disappeared.
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! There stood the Catskill Mountains, there ran the silver Hudson at a distance, there was every hill and dale precisely as it had always been.
A troop of strange children ran at his heels, hooting after him, and pointing at his gray beard.
In fact, Rip lived with his daughter, a woman other than his wife, and was at his happiest. Instead, he begins to drink some of their liquor and soon falls asleep.
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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. He looked in vain for the sage Nicholas Vedder, with his broad face, double chin, and long pipe, uttering clouds of tobacco smoke instead of idle speeches; or Van Bummel, the schoolmaster, doling forth the contents of an ancient newspaper. If left to himself, he would have whistled life away in perfect contentment. 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 henpecked husbands in the neighborhood, when life hangs heavy on their hands, that they might have a quieting draught out of Rip Van Winkle's flagon. It struck me as ironic, however, because I grew up in Totowa. The poor man humbly assured him that he meant no harm; but merely came there in search of some of his neighbors, who used to keep about the tavern. Puzzled and alarmed, shaking his head ruefully as he recalled the carouse of the silent, he hobbled down the mountain as fast as he might for the grip of the rheumatism on his knees and elbows, and entered his native village. Rip had but one way of replying to all lectures of the kind, and that, by frequent use, had grown into a habit. 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. Saugerties is actually older than Catskill and a half-mile closer to the clove, making it the closest colonial town, and as we have seen, it is likely that Irving did visit Saugerties before he wrote the story. 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! Explore the attractions such as the legendary "cloves" where Rip took his marathon nap.
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. His father had once seen them in their old Dutch dresses playing at ninepins in a hollow of the mountain; and he himself had heard, one summer afternoon, the sound of their balls, like distant peals of thunder.
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.
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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 shrugged his shoulders, shook his head, cast up his eyes, but said nothing. They crowded around him, eying him from head to foot, with great curiosity. The old Dutch inhabitants, however, almost universally gave it full credit. 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. Why, where have you been these twenty long years? 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. The children especially love the fanciful stories he tells. At the far end of the room, hidden behind the shelves, there was a reading alcove with some wooden chairs gathered around a fireplace with a tiled mantle.
There was one who seemed to be the commander. His grown daughter takes him in and he resumes his usual idleness. 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.
During the whole time Rip and his companion had labored 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.
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