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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　every　thing's　changed；　and

I'm　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　gray…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。

　　〃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　peddler。〃

　　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　neighbor…　Why；　where　have　you　been

these　twenty　long　years？〃

　　Rip's　story　was　soon　told；　for　the　whole　twenty　years　had　been　to

him　but　as　one　night。　The　neighbors　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　neighborhood。　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　nine…pins　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　any　thing　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　favor。

　　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　neighborhood；

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　thunderstorm　of　a　summer　afternoon　about

the　Kaatskill；　but　they　say　Hendrick　Hudson　and　his　crew　are　at

their　game　of　nine…pins；　and　it　is　a　common　wish　of　all　hen…pecked

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。



　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　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　Kyffhauser　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；　wo　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　mischi