Rip Van WinkleR.H. Russell, 1897 - 35 páginas |
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... cocked hat , and under- neath 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 ...
... cocked hat , and under- neath 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 ...
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... 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 a - kimbo , the other resting on his cane , his keen eyes and 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 a - kimbo , the other resting on his cane , his keen eyes and sharp ...
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... cocked hat restored order ; and having assumed a tenfold aus- terity of brow , demanded again of the un- known culprit , what he came there for , and whom he was seeking . The poor man hum- bly assured him that he meant no harm , but ...
... cocked hat restored order ; and having assumed a tenfold aus- terity of brow , demanded again of the un- known culprit , what he came there for , and whom he was seeking . The poor man hum- bly assured him that he meant no harm , but ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... cocked hat retired with some precipitation . At this critical moment a fresh comely woman passed through the throng to get a peep at the gray - bearded man . She had a chubby child in her arms , which , frightened at his looks , began ...
... cocked hat retired with some precipitation . At this critical moment a fresh comely woman passed through the throng to get a peep at the gray - bearded man . She had a chubby child in her arms , which , frightened at his looks , began ...
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amphitheatre assemblage bark beard blessed blue BOOK DUE broad face brow Bummel cast changed cloud cocked cocked hat companion cried crowd curl Dame Van Winkle descend dog and gun door doublet dress exclaimed eyes farm flagon foot fowling-piece George the Third glen gossip green knoll heard heart heels henpecked husband Hudson idle Indian corn jerkin Kaatskill mountains keg of liquor looked master's moun neigh neighborhood neighbour never Nicholas Vedder night old Dutch old fellow old gentle passed peals of thunder personages Peter Stuyvesant playing at nine-pins poor Rip quaintance ravine revisit the scene Rip recollected Rip Van Winkle Rip's rock sage schoolmaster seemed seen self-important shook his head shout shrugged his shoulders silence skulked smoke his pipe stared stout strange summer afternoon sure tell termagant wife thought Rip tongue torrent tree Van Bummel village voice weather-beaten well-oiled Where's whistled wild Wolf
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Página 20 - ... 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.
Página 28 - 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...
Página 29 - 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,...
Página 8 - 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...
Página 23 - ... 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...
Página 20 - What seemed particularly odd to Rip was, that though 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.
Página 21 - 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 encrusted with rust, the lock falling off, and the stock worm-eaten.
Página 25 - He found the house gone to decay — the roof fallen in, the windows shattered, and the doors off the hinges. A halfstarved 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!
Página 14 - 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.
Página 23 - 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.