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Title: Rip Van Winkle
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Title: Rip Van Winkle
Physical Description: 10 leaves : ill. (chiefly col.) ; 27 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Webster, George P
Irving, Washington, 1783-1859
Nast, Thomas, 1840-1902 ( Illustrator )
McLoughlin Bros., inc ( Publisher )
Publisher: McLoughlin Bros., publishers
Place of Publication: New York
Publication Date: c1875
Copyright Date: 1875
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Subject: Publishers' advertisements -- 1875   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1875
Genre: Publishers' advertisements   ( rbgenr )
non-fiction   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
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General Note: Children's story in verse, based on the story by Washington Irving.
General Note: Cover title; text on p. 2-3 of cover.
General Note: Statement of responsibility from caption title.
General Note: Some illustrations signed: T.N. i.e. Thomas Nast.
General Note: Includes publisher's advertisement.
Statement of Responsibility: by George P. Webster.
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Bibliographic ID: UF00028217
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Holding Location: University of Florida
Rights Management: All rights reserved by the source institution and holding location.
Resource Identifier: notis - AJG4494
oclc - 16408458
alephbibnum - 001751558

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RIP VAN WINKLE
By GEORGE P. WEBSTER.
NEAR to the town, in a cottage small,
Lived RIP VAN WINKLE, known to all
As a harmless, drinking, shiftless lout,
Who never would work, but roamed about,
Always ready with jest and song-
Idling, tippling all day long.
"Shame on you, Rip!" cried the scolding vrows;
And old men muttered and knit their brows.
Not so with the boys, for they would shout,
And follow their hero, Rip, about,
Early or late-it was all the same,
They gave him a place in every game.
At ball he was ready to throw or catch;
At marbles, too, he was quite their match;





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And so he frittered the time away---
"Good-natured enough," they all would say.
But the village parson heaved a sigh
As Rip, in his cups, went reeling by,
With a silly and a drunken leer-
His good dog Schneider always near.












ip was fond of
his rod and line,
And many a time, when the day was fine,
He would wander out to some neighboring stream,
And there, with his dog, would sit and dream;
Hour after hour, would he dozing wait,
And woe to the fish that touched his bait.
But the stream of his life ran sometimes rough,
And his good Yrow" gave him many a cuff,
For she was never a gentle dame,
And Rip was a toper, and much to blame.







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But little did Rip Van Winkle care
For his wife or his home-he was seldom there-
But tried in his cups his cares to drown;
His scolding wife, with her threatening frown,
At his cottage-door he was sure to see-
" Al! this," said Rip, is no place for me."













So down to the tavern to drink his rum,
And waste his time with some red-nosed chum,
He was sure to go; for he knew that there
He would find a glass and a vacant chair,
And jolly fellows, who liked his fun,
And the tales he told of his dog and gun.
But his was still but a sorry life,
For, sot as he was, he loved his wife;
But he would tipple both day and night,
And she would scold him with all her might.
Thus Rip Van Winkle had many a grief,
And up amongstt the mountains sought relief.






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For lowering clouds or a burning sun
Hie cared but little; his dog and gunll
Were his friends, he knew; while they were near
He roamed the forests, and felt no fear.
If tired at last, and a seat he took,
And his dog came up with a hungry look,
He had always a crust or bone to spare,
And Schneider was certain to get his share.


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And then it a squirrel chanced to stray
In range of his gun, he would blaze away,
And lie held it too with a steady aim-
Rip never was known to miss his game.
-But over his ills lie would sometimes brood.
And scale the peaks in a gloomy iood;






RIP VAN WINKLE.


And once he had climbed to a dizzy height,
When the sun went down, and the shades of night
Came up from the vale, and the pine-trees tall,
And the old gray rocks, and the waterfall
Grew dusky and dim and faded away,
Till night, like a pall, on the mountain lay.
Full many a mile he had strayed that day,
And up in the mountains had lost his way;













And there hlie must stay through the gloomy night,
And shiver and wait for the morning light.
He thought of the stories, strange and old,
Which the graybeards down in the village told
"And what," said he, "if the tale were true
I have heard so oft of a phantom crew
Who up in the Catskills, all night long,
Frolick and revel with wine and song."
Just then a voice from a neighboring hill
Cried, Rip Van Winkle!" and all was still.








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Then he looked above and he looked below,
And saw not a thing but a lonely crow.
- Ho, Rip Van Winkle!" the voice still cried,
And Schneider skulked to his master's side.
Just then from a thicket a man came out-
His legs were short and his body stout,
He looked like a Dutchman in days of yore,
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And held a keg with an iron grip,
And beckoned for help to the gazing Rip.
Rip had his fears, but at last complied,
And bore the keg up the mountain side;
And now and then, when a thunder-peal
Made the mountain tremble, Rip would steal
A look at his guide, but never a word
From the lips of the queer old man was heard.
Up, up they clambered, until, at last,
The stranger halted. Rip quickly cast
A glance around, and as strange a crew
As ever a mortal man did view






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Were playing at nine-pins; at every ball
'Twas fun to see how the pins would fall;
And they rolled and rolled, without speaking a word,
And this was the thunder Rip had heard.
Their hats looked odd, each with sugar-loaf crown,
And their eyes were small, and their beards hung down,
While their high-heeled shoes all had peaked toes,
And their legs were covered with blood-red hose;
Their noses were long, like a porker's snout,
And they nodded and winked as they moved about.




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They tapped the keg, and the liquor flowed,
And up to the brim of each flagon glowed;
And a queer old man made a sign to Rip,
As much as to say, "Will you take a nip ?"
Nor did lie linger or stop to think,
For Rip was thirsty and wanted a drink.
" 1'll risk it," thought lie; it can be no sin,
And it smells like the best of Holland gin:"






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So he tipped his cup to a grim old chap,
And drained it; then, for a quiet nap,
He stretched himself on the mossy ground,
And soon was wrapped in a sleep profound.













At last he woke; 'twas a sunny morn,
And the strange old man of the glen was gone;
He saw the young birds flutter and hop,
And an eagle wheeled round the mountain-top:
Then he rubbed his eyes for another sight-
" Surely," said he, I have slept all night."
He thought of the flagon and nine-pin game;
Oh! what shall I say to my fiery dame?"
He, faintly faltered; I know that she
Has a fearful lecture in store for me."
He took up his gue and, strange to say,
The wood had rottedung birds flutter and way:hop,
He raised to his feet, and his joints were sore;
Said he, I must o to my hosl e once more."








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Amazed, he entered his
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could scold no more;
And down at the tavern he sought in vain
For the chums he would never meet again;
He looked, as he passed, at a group of girls
For the laughing eye and the flaxen curls
Of the child he loved as he loved his life,
But she was a thrifty farmer's wife;
And when they met, and her hand he took,
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But she knew her father and kissed his brow,
All covered with marks and wrinkles now;
For Rip Van Winkle was old and gray,
And twenty summers had passed away-
Yes, twenty winters of snow and frost
Had he in his mountain slumber lost;
Yet his love for stories was all the same,
And he often told of the nine-pin game.
But the age was getting a little fast-
The Revolution had come and passed,
And Young America, gathered about,
Received his tales with many a doubt,
Awhile he hobbled about the town;
Then, worn and weary, at last laid down,
For his locks were white and his limbs were sore-
And RIP VAN WINKLE will wake no more.
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