Dominie Van Shaick, the village parson, and which had beenbrought over from Holland at the time of the settlement.What seemed particularly odd to Rip was, that though thesefolks were evidently amusing themselves, yet they maintainedthe 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 noiseof the balls, which, whenever they were rolled, echoed alongthe mountains like rumbling peals of thunder. As Rip and hiscompanion approached them, they suddenly desisted fromtheir play, and stared at him with such fixed, statue-like gaze,and such strange, uncouth, lack-lustre countenances, that hisheart turned within him, and his knees smote together. Hiscompanion now emptied the contents of the keg into largeflagons, and made signs to him to wait upon the company. Heobeyed with fear and trembling; they quaffed the liquor inprofound silence, and then returned to their game.By degrees Rip’s awe and apprehension subsided. He evenventured, when no eye was fixed upon him, to taste the beverage,which he found had much of the flavor of excellent Hollands.He was naturally a thirsty soul and was soon tempted to repeatthe draught. One taste provoked another; and he reiteratedhis visits to the flagon so often that at length his senses wereoverpowered, his eyes swam in his head, his head graduallydeclined, and he fell into a deep sleep.On waking, he found himself on the green knoll whence hehad first seen the old man of the glen. He rubbed his eyes.It was a bright, sunny morning. The birds were hopping andtwittering 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 occurrencesbefore he fell asleep -- the strange man with a keg of liquor,the mountain ravine, the wild retreat among the rocks, thewoebegone party at ninepins, the flagon. “Oh! that flagon! thatwicked flagon!” thought Rip. “What excuse shall I make toDame Van Winkle?”He looked round for his gun, but in place of the clean, welloiledfowling-piece, he found an old firelock lying by him, thebarrel incrusted with rust, the lock <strong>fall</strong>ing off, and the stockworm-eaten. He now suspected that the grave roisterers ofthe mountain had put a trick upon him, and, having dosedhim with liquor, had robbed him of his gun. Wolf, too, haddisappeared, but he might have strayed away after a squirrel orpartridge. He whistled after him, and shouted his name, butall in vain; the echoes repeated his whistle and shout, but nodog was to be seen.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 andgun. As he rose to walk, he found himself stiff in the joints,and wanting in his usual activity. “Those mountain beds do notagree with me,” thought Rip, “and if this frolic should lay meup with a fit of the rheumatism, I shall have a blessed time withDame Van Winkle.” With some difficulty he got down intotheglen: he found the gully up which he and his companionhad ascended the previous evening; but to his astonishmenta mountain stream was now foaming down it, leaping fromrock to rock, and filling the glen with babbling murmurs.He, however, made shift to scramble up its sides, working histoilsome way through thickets of birch, sassafras, and witchhazel,and sometimes tripped up or entangled by the wildgrapevines 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 throughthe cliffs to the amphitheatre; but no traces of such openingremained. The rocks presented a high, impenetrable wall, overwhich the torrent came tumbling in a sheet of feathery foam,and fell into a broad, deep basin, black from the shadows ofthe surrounding forest. Here, then, poor Rip was brought toa stand. He again called and whistled after his dog; he wasonly answered by the cawing of a flock of idle crows, sportinghigh in air about a dry tree that overhung a sunny precipice;and who, secure in their elevation, seemed to look down andscoff at the poor man’s perplexities. What was to be done? Themorning was passing away, and Rip felt famished for wantof his breakfast. He grieved to give up his dog and gun; hedreaded to meet his wife; but it would not do to starve amongthe mountains. He shook his head, shouldered the rustyfirelock, and, with a heart full of trouble and anxiety, turnedhis steps homeward.As he approached the village he met a number of people, butnone whom he knew, which somewhat surprised him, for hehad thought himself acquainted with everyone in the countryround. Their dress, too, was of a different fashion from that towhich he was accustomed. They all stared at him with equalmarks of surprise, and whenever they cast their eyes upon him,invariably stroked their chins. The constant recurrence of thisgesture induced Rip, involuntarily, to do the same, when, tohis astonishment, he found his beard had grown a foot long!He had now entered the skirts of the village. A troop of strangechildren ran at his heels, hooting after him, and pointing athis gray beard. The dogs, too, not one of which he recognizedfor an old acquaintance, barked at him as he passed. The veryvillage was altered; it was larger and more populous. Therewere rows of houses which he had never seen before, and thosewhich had been his familiar haunts had disappeared. Strangenames were over the doors—strange faces at the windows--everything was strange. His mind now misgave him; he beganto doubt whether both he and the world around him were notbewitched. Surely this was his native village, which he had leftbut the day before. There stood the Kaatskill Mountains. There37
an the silver Hudson at a distance. There was every hill anddale precisely as it had always been. Rip was sorely perplexed.“That flagon last night,” thought he, “has addled my poor headsadly!”It was with some difficulty that he found the way to his ownhouse, which he approached with silent awe, expecting everymoment to hear the shrill voice of Dame Van Winkle. Hefound the house gone to decay—the roof <strong>fall</strong>en in, the windowsshattered, and the doors off the hinges. A half-starved dogthat looked like Wolf was skulking about it. Rip called him byname, 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 VanWinkle had always kept in neat order. It was empty, forlorn,and apparently abandoned. This desolateness overcame all hisconnubial fears. He called loudly for his wife and children. Thelonely chambers rang for a moment with his voice, and then allagain was silence.He now hurried forth, and hastened to his old resort, the villageinn. But it, too, was gone. A large, rickety wooden buildingstood in its place, with great gaping windows, some of thembroken and mended with old hats and petticoats, and over thedoor was painted, “The Union Hotel, by Jonathan Doolittle.”Instead of the great tree that used to shelter the quiet littleDutch inn of yore, there now was reared a tall naked pole, withsomething on the top that looked like a red night-cap, and fromit was fluttering a flag on which was a singular assemblage ofstars and stripes. All this was strange and incomprehensible.He recognized on the sign, however, the ruby face of KingGeorge, under which he had smoked so many a peaceful pipe;but even this was singularly metamorphosed. The red coat waschanged for one of blue and buff, a sword was held in the handinstead of a sceptre, the head was decorated with a cockedhat, and underneath was painted in large characters, GeneralWashington.There was, as usual, a crowd of folk about the door, but nonethat Rip recollected. The very character of the people seemedchanged. There was a busy, bustling, disputatious tone aboutit, instead-of the accustomed phlegm and drowsy tranquility.He looked in vain for the sage Nicholas Vedder, with hisbroad face, double chin, and fair long pipe, uttering cloudsof tobacco smoke instead of idle speeches; or Van Bummel,the schoolmaster, doling forth the contents of an ancientnewspaper. In place of these, a lean, bilious-looking fellow,with his pockets full of handbills, was haranguing vehementlyabout rights of citizens, elections, members of Congress,liberty, Bunker’s Hill, heroes of Seventy-six, and other words,which were a perfect Babylonian jargon to the bewildered VanWinkle.The appearance of Rip, with his long grizzled beard, his rustyfowling-piece, his uncouth dress, and an army of women andchildren at his heels. soon attracted the attention of the tavernpoliticians. They crowded around him, eyeing him from headto foot with great curiosity. The orator bustled up to him, and,drawing him partly aside, inquired “which side he voted?” Ripstared in vacant stupidity. Another short but bus little fellowpulled him by the arm, and, rising on tiptoe, inquired in his ear,whether he was Federal or Democrat. Rip was equally at a lossto comprehend the question; when a knowing, self-importantold gentleman in a sharp cocked hat, made his way throughthe crowd, putting them to the right and left with his elbows ashe passed, and planting himself before Van Winkle, with onearm akimbo, the other resting on his cane, his keen eyes andsharp hat penetrating, as it were, into his very soul, demandedin an austere tone, what brought him to the election with a gunon his shoulder, and a mob at his heels, and whether he meantto breed a riot in the village.“Alas! gentlemen,” cried Rip, somewhat dismayed, “I am a poorquiet man, a native of the place, and a loyal subject of the King.God bless him!”Here a general shout burst from the bystanders. “A Tory! aTory! a spy! a refugee! hustle him! away with him!” It was withgreat difficulty that the self-important man in the cocked hatrestored order; and, having assumed a tenfold austerity of brow,demanded again of the unknown culprit what he came therefor, and whom he was seeking. The poor man humbly assuredhim that he meant no harm, but merely came there in search ofsome of his neighbors, who used to keep about the tavern.“Well, who are they? Name them.”Rip bethought himself a moment, and inquired, “Where’sNicholas 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 andgone these eighteen years! There was a wooden tombstone inthe churchyard that used to tell all about him, but that’s rottenand gone too.”“Where’s Brom Dutcher?”“Oh, he went off to the army in the beginning of the war; somesay he was killed at the storming of Stony Point. Others say hewas drowned in a squall at the foot of Antony’s Nose. I don’tknow. He never came back again.”“Where’s Van Bummel, the schoolmaster?”“He went off to the wars, too, was a great militia general, andis now in Congress.”Rip’s heart died away at hearing of these sad changes in hishome and friends, and finding himself thus alone in the world.Every answer puzzled him, too, by treating such enormouslapses of time, and of matters which he could not understand:war, Congress, Stony Point; he had no courage to ask afterany more friends, but cried out in despair, “Does nobody hereknow Rip Van Winkle?”“Oh, Rip Van Winkle!” exclaimed two or three, “Oh, to besure! that’s Rip Van Winkle yonder, leaning against the tree.”Rip looked and beheld a precise counterpart of himself ashe went up the mountain, apparently as lazy and certainlyas ragged. 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