Rip Van Winkle

Material Information

Rip Van Winkle
Series Title:
Wonder story series
Webster, George P
Irving, Washington, 1783-1859
McLoughlin Bros., inc ( Publisher )
Place of Publication:
New York
McLoughlin Bros.
Publication Date:
Physical Description:
[6] p. : ill. ; 24 cm.


Subjects / Keywords:
Bldn -- 1889
Children's poetry ( lcsh )
non-fiction ( marcgt )
Children's poetry ( lcsh )
Spatial Coverage:
United States -- New York -- New York
Target Audience:
juvenile ( marctarget )


General Note:
Title from cover.
General Note:
Statement of responsibility from caption title.
Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).

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University of Florida
Holding Location:
Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
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Resource Identifier:
029737017 ( ALEPH )
29304083 ( OCLC )
AJV1217 ( NOTIS )

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NEAR to the town, in a cottage small,
| tLived RIP VAN WINKLE, known to all
As a harmless, drinking, shiftless lout,
-':f Who never would work, but roamed
Always ready with jest and song-
Idling, tippling all day long.
Shame on you, Rip!" cried the scold-
ing vrows;
S.'; .- And old men muttered and knit their
-, brows.
: .. Not so with the boys, for they would

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;
And many an urchin's face grew bright,
When Rip took hold of his twine and kite.
And so he frittered the time away -
"Good natured enough," they all
would say;
But the village parson heaved a sigh f f
As Rip, in his cups, went reeling by, ,
With a silly and a drunken leer-
His good dog Schneider always near. ,
Rip was fond .of his rod and line,
And many a time, when the day was
He would wander out to some neigh.
bring stream,
And there with hit dog, would sit
and dream;

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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 "Vrow" gave him many a cuff,
For she was never a gentle dame,
And Rip was a toper, and much to blame.
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, i
At his cottage-door he .
was sure to see- .2 i
" Ah this," said Rip, r '
"is no place for me."
So down to the tavern
to drink his rum,
And waste his time -' .' '
with some red-nosed ,'''"
chum, i \
He was sure to go; =', ,.(
for he knew that
the re
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 wite;
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 'mongst the mountains sought relief.
For lowering clouds or a burning sun
He cared but little; his dog and gun





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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.
And then if a squirrel chanced to stray
In range of his gun, he would blaze away,
And he held it too with a steady aim-
Rip never was known to miss his game.
But over his ills he would sometimes brood,
And scale the peaks in a gloomy mood;
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 mountainlay.
_ -- Full many a mile he had strayed that day,
And up in the mountains had lost his way
S' And there he must stay through the gloomy

S' .\1,1 -i -ivi.r -~il \ wait for the morning light.
I Ie t hL.-'lt ,ft' the stories, strange and old,
SW\,il.Jh the graybeards down in
S: tlh village told;
"- i what," said he, "if the
S tale were true
S- r, I have heard so oftof a
'' phantom crew,
S. Who up in the Cats.
kills, all night long,
Frolic and revel with
"\, .u wine and song."
Just then a voice from
--a neighboring hill
Cried, "Rip Van Win-
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Then he looked above and he looked
below, '
nd saw not a thing but : lo1.nly- crow.
"Ho, Rip Van Winklec '" tlih v.'i.- .
still cried,
And Schneider skulked t., hi, iat-'. ., I-',.
Just then from a thicket :a 11:1l ;in.a- '' m
out- ,
His legs were short and lii, 1,:,lvy t, ,t', t i'. "
He looked like a Dutchnmatn "
in days of yore,
With buttons behind
and buttons before; -
And held a keg with
an iron grip,
And beckoned for help a t e
to the gazing Rip.
Rip had his fears, but t '
at last complied, e
And bore the k--- 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
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,

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And they nodded and winked as they moved about,
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 he linger or stop to think,
For Rip was thirsty and wanted a drink.
"I'll risk it," thought he; "it can be no sin,
And it smells like the best of Holland gin;"
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-,op:
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 !'
S .II-_ tfintly faltered; "I know that she
S"---:.- I- a t1;rful lecture in store for me."
. :N. H.- t....k up his gun, and strange to say,
S LThv -, ... t had rotted and worn away:
l l'' rai-;-d to his feet, and his joints were
!I'I ,re;
s Sid 1 le, "I must go to my home once more."
Then, with trembling step, he
wandered down;
Amazed, he entered his native
S- The people looked with a won-
dering stare,
I For Rip, alas! was a stranger
there ;
He tottered up to his cottage,
S.' door,


But his wife was dead, and could scold no
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;
Afil when they met, and her hand he
S She blushed and gave him a puzzled
But she knew her father and kissed his
All covered with marks and wrinkles
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 still 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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