{"1": {"fulltext": "rfwmmkVEkVKVft.VKn\\nRlP VA.NWlNKLEl\\nAND-SLEEPYHOLLOW!", "height": "3369", "width": "2172", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS.\\nChap.___\u00e2\u0080\u009e_-. Copyright No.\\nShelf.\\nt^^\\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA.", "height": "3325", "width": "2098", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3325", "width": "2098", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.\\nil", "height": "3325", "width": "2098", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3325", "width": "2098", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3325", "width": "2098", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "RIP VAN WINKLE\\n-^nd\\n^leepyHollow.\\nIryirrg.\\nH.M, CaJdwell Co.\\nNew Yorii* Boston.", "height": "3325", "width": "2098", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0009.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "Library of Congress^\\nIwo Copies Heceiveo\\nAUG SQ isoa\\nCopyright entry\\nSECOND COPY.\\nDelivered to\\nORDtR DIVISION,\\nSEP 5 iiiOO\\nCopyright^ igoo\\nBy H. M. Caldwell Co.\\n74157", "height": "3325", "width": "2098", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0010.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle", "height": "3325", "width": "2098", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0011.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0012.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle\\nA POSTHUMOUS WRITING OF DIEDRICH\\nKNICKERBOCKER.\\nBy Woden, God of Saxons,\\nFrom whence comes Wensday, that is\\nWodensday,\\nTruth is a thing that ever I will keep\\nUnto thylke day in which I creep into\\nMy sepulchre\\nCartwright.\\n[The following tale was found among the\\npapers of the late Diedrich Knickerbocker,\\nan old gentleman of New York, who was\\nvery curious in the Dutch history of the", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0013.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "-^Rip Van Winkle\\nprovince, and the manners of the descend-\\nants from its primitive settlers. His his-\\ntorical researches, however, did not lie so\\nmuch among books, as among men for\\nthe former are lamentably scanty on his\\nfavourite topics v^hereas he found the old\\nburghers, and still more their wives, rich in\\nthat legendary lore so invaluable to true\\nhistory. Whenever, therefore, he happened\\nupon a genuine Dutch family, snugly shut\\nup in its low-roofed farmhouse, under a\\nspreading sycamore, he looked upon it as\\na little clasped volume of black-letter, and\\nstudied it with the zeal of a bookworm.\\nThe result of all these researches was a\\nhistory of the province, during the reign of\\nthe Dutch governors, which he published\\nsome years since. There have been various\\nopinions as to the literary character of his\\nwork, and, to tell the truth, it is not a\\nwhit better than it should be. Its chief\\nmerit is its scrupulous accuracy, which\\n2", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0014.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle\\nindeed was a little questioned, on its first\\nappearance, but has since been completely\\nestablished and it is now admitted into all\\nhistorical collections, as a book of unques-\\ntionable authority.\\nThe old gentleman died shortly after the\\npublication of his work, and now that he is\\ndead and gone, it cannot do much harm to\\nhis memory to say, that his time might have\\nbeen much better employed in weightier\\nlabours. He, however, was apt to ride\\nhis hobby his own way and though it did\\nnow and then kick up the dust a little in the\\neyes of its neighbours, and grieve the spirit\\nof some friends, for whom he felt the truest\\ndeference and affection yet his errors and\\nfollies are remembered ^^more in sorrow\\nthan in anger and it begins to be suspected,\\nthat he never intended to injure or offend.\\nBut however his memory may be appreci-\\nated by critics, it is still held dear among\\nmany folk, whose good opinion is well\\n3", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0015.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle\\nworth having particularly certain biscuit\\nbakers, who have gone so far as to imprint\\nhis likeness on their new year s cakes, and\\nhave thus given him a chance for immortal-\\nity, almost equal to the being stamped on a\\nWaterloo Medal, or a Queen Anne s farth-\\ning.]\\nWhoever has made a voyage up\\nthe Hudson, must remember the Kaats-\\nkill mountains. They are a dismem-\\nbered branch of the great Appalachian\\nfamily, and are seen away to the west\\nof the river, swelling up to a noble\\nheight, and lording it over the sur-\\nrounding country. Every change of sea-\\nson, every change of weather, indeed\\nevery hour of the day, produces some\\nchange in the magical hues and shapes\\nof these mountains, and they are re-\\ngarded by all the good wives, far and\\n4", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0016.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle\\nnear, as perfect barometers. When\\nthe weather is fair and settled, they\\nare clothed in blue and purple, and\\nprint their bold outlines on the clear\\nevening sky; but sometimes, w^hen the\\nrest of the landscape is cloudless, they\\nwill gather a hood of gray vapours about\\ntheir summits, which, in the last rays\\nof the setting sun, will glow and light\\nup like a crown of glory.\\nAt the foot of these fairy mountains,\\nthe voyager may have descried the\\nlight smoke curling up from a village,\\nwhose shingle roofs gleam among the\\ntrees, just where the blue tints of the\\nupland melt away into the fresh green\\nof the nearer landscape. It is a little\\nvillage of great antiquity, having been\\nfounded by some of the Dutch colo-\\nnists, in the early times of the province,\\n5", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0017.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle\\njust about the beginning of the govern-\\nment of the good Peter Stuy vesant (may\\nhe rest in peace and there were some\\nof the houses of the original settlers\\nstanding within a few years, built of\\nsmall yellow bricks brought from Hol-\\nland, having latticed windows and gable\\nfronts, surmounted with weathercocks.\\nIn that same village, and in one of\\nthese very houses (which, to tell the\\nprecise truth, was sadly time-worn and\\nweather-beaten), there lived many years\\nsince, while the country was yet a\\nprovince of Great Britain, a simple,\\ngood-natured fellow, of the name of\\nRip Van Winkle. He was a descend-\\nant of the Van Winkles who figured\\nso gallantly in the chivalrous days of\\nPeter Stuyvesant, and accompanied him\\nto the siege of Fort Christina. He\\n6", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0018.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle\\ninherited, however, but little of the\\nmartial character of his ancestors. I\\nhave observed that he was a simple,\\ngood-natured man he was, moreover,\\na kind neighbour, and an obedient,\\nhenpecked husband. Indeed, to the\\nlatter circumstance might be owing\\nthat meekness of spirit which gained\\nhim such universal popularity for\\nthose men are most apt to be obse-\\nquious and conciliating abroad who are\\nunder the discipline of shrews at home.\\nTheir tempers, doubtless, are rendered\\npliant and malleable in the fiery fur-\\nnace of domestic tribulation, and a\\ncurtain lecture is worth all the ser-\\nmons in the world for teaching the\\nvirtues of patience and long-sufFering.\\nA termagant wife may, therefore, in\\nsome respects, be considered a toler-\\n7", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0019.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle\\nable blessing; and if so, Rip Van\\nWinkle was thrice blessed.\\nCertain it is, that he was a great\\nfavourite among all the good wives of\\nthe village, who, as usual with the\\namiable sex, took his part in all family\\nsquabbles and never failed, whenever\\nthey talked those matters over in their\\nevening gossipings, to lay all the blame\\non Dame Van Winkle. The children\\nof the village, too, would shout with\\njoy whenever he approached. He as-\\nsisted at their sports, made their play-\\nthings, taught them to fly kites and\\nshoot marbles, and told them long\\nstories of ghosts, witches, and Indians.\\nWhenever he went dodging about the\\nvillage, he was surrounded by a troop\\nof them, hanging on his skirts, clam-\\nbering on his back, and playing a thou-\\n8", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0020.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle\\nsand tricks on him with impunity and\\nnot a dog would bark at him through-\\nout the neighbourhood.\\nThe great error in Rip s composition\\nwas an insuperable aversion to all kinds\\nof profitable labour. It could not be\\nfrom the want of assiduity or persever-\\nance for he would sit on a wet rock,\\nwith a rod as long and heavy as a\\nTartar s lance, and fish all day without\\na murmur, even though he should not\\nbe encouraged by a single nibble. He\\nwould carry a fowling-piece on his\\nshoulder for hours together, trudging\\nthrough woods and swamps, and up\\nhill and down dale, to shoot a few\\nsquirrels or wild pigeons. He would\\nnever refuse to assist a neighbour even\\nin the roughest toil, and was a fore-\\nmost man at all country frolics for\\n9", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0021.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle\\nhusking Indian corn, or building stone\\nfences the women of the village, too,\\nused to employ him to run their\\nerrands, and to do such little odd\\njobs as their less obliging husbands\\nwould not do for them. In a word.\\nRip was ready to attend to anybody s\\nbusiness but his own but as to doing\\nfamily duty, and keeping his farm in\\norder, he found it impossible.\\nIn fact, he declared it was of no use\\nto work on his farm it was the most\\npestilent little piece of ground in the\\nwhole country everything about it\\nwent wrong, and would go wrong, in\\nspite of him. His fences were contin-\\nually falling to pieces his cow would\\neither go astray or get among the\\ncabbages weeds were sure to grow\\nquicker in his fields than anywhere\\nlO", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0022.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle\\nelse the rain always made a point of\\nsetting in just as he had some outdoor\\nwork to do so that, though his patri-\\nmonial estate had dwindled away under\\nhis management, acre by acre, until\\nthere was little more left than a mere\\npatch of Indian corn and potatoes, yet\\nit was the worst conditioned farm in\\nthe neighbourhood.\\nHis children, too, were as ragged\\nand wild as if they belonged to no-\\nbody. His son Rip, an urchin begot-\\nten in his own likeness, promised to\\ninherit the habits, with the old clothes\\nof his father. He was generally seen\\ntrooping like a colt, at his mother s\\nheels, equipped in a pair of his father s\\ncast-ofF galligaskins, which he had much\\nado to hold up with one hand, as a\\nfine lady does her train in bad weather.\\nII", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0023.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle\\nRip Van Winkle, however, was one\\nof those happy mortals, of foolish, well-\\noiled dispositions, who take the world\\neasy, eat white bread or brown, which-\\never can be got with least thought or\\ntrouble, and would rather starve on a\\npenny than work for a pound. If left\\nto himself, he would have whistled life\\naway, in perfect contentment; but his\\nwife kept continually dinning in his\\nears about his idleness, his carelessness,\\nand the ruin he was bringing on his\\nfamily. Morning, noon, and night,\\nher tongue was incessantly going, and\\neverything he said or did was sure to\\nproduce a torrent of household elo-\\nquence. Rip had but one way of\\nreplying to all lectures of the kind, and\\nthat, by frequent use, had grown into\\na habit. He shrugged his shoulders,\\n12", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0024.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle\\nshook his head, cast up his eyes, but\\nsaid nothing. This, however, always\\nprovoked a fresh volley from his wife\\nso that he was fain to draw off his\\nforces, and take to the outside of the\\nhouse the only side which, in truth,\\nbelongs to a henpecked husband.\\nRip s sole domestic adherent was his\\ndog Wolf, who was as much henpecked\\nas his master; for Dame Van Winkle\\nregarded them as companions in idle-\\nness, and even looked upon Wolf with\\nan evil eye, as the cause of his master s\\ngoing so often astray. True it is, in\\nall points of spirit befitting an honour-\\nable dog, he was as courageous an\\nanimal as ever scoured the woods\\nbut what courage can withstand the\\never-during and all-besetting terrors\\nof a woman s tongue? The moment\\n13", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0025.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Wink le\\nWolf entered the house his crest fell,\\nhis tail drooped to the ground or curled\\nbetween his legs, he sneaked about with\\na gallows air, casting many a sidelong\\nglance at Dame Van Winkle, and at\\nthe least flourish of a broomstick or\\nladle, he would fly to the door with\\nyelping precipitation.\\nTimes grew worse and worse with\\nRip Van Winkle as years of matrimony\\nrolled on a tart temper never mellows\\nwith age, and a sharp tongue is the\\nonly edge tool that grows keener with\\nconstant use. For a long while he\\nused to console himself, when driven\\nfrom home, by frequenting a kind of\\nperpetual club of the sages, philosophers,\\nand other idle personages of the village\\nwhich held its sessions on a bench\\nbefore a small inn, designated by\\n14", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0026.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle\\nrubicund portrait of his Majesty George\\nthe Third. Here they used to sit in\\nthe shade, of a long lazy summer s\\nday, talk listlessly over village gossip,\\nor tell endless sleepy stories about\\nnothing. But it would have been\\nworth any statesman s money to have\\nheard the profound discussions that\\nsometimes took place, when by chance\\nan old newspaper fell into their hands,\\nfrom some passing traveller. How\\nsolemnly they would listen to the con-\\ntents, as drawled out by Derrick Van\\nBummel, the schoolmaster, a dapper\\nlearned little man, who was not to be\\ndaunted by the most gigantic word in\\nthe dictionary and how sagely they\\nwould deliberate upon public events\\nsome months after they had taken\\nplace.\\nIS", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0027.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle\\nThe opinions of this junto were\\ncompletely controlled by Nicholas\\nVedder, a patriarch of the village, and\\nlandlord of the inn, at the door of\\nwhich he took his seat from morning\\ntill night, just moving sufficiently to\\navoid the sun, and keep in the shade\\nof a large tree so that the neighbours\\ncould tell the hour by his movements\\nas accurately as by a sun-dial. It is\\ntrue, he was rarely heard to speak, but\\nsmoked his pipe incessantly. His ad-\\nherents, however (for every great man\\nhas his adherents), perfectly understood\\nhim, and knew how to gather his\\nopinions. When anything that was\\nread or related displeased him, he was\\nobserved to smoke his pipe vehemently,\\nand send forth short, frequent, and\\nangry pufFs but when pleased, he\\ni6", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0028.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle\\nwould inhale the smoke slowly and\\ntranquilly, and emit it in light and\\nplacid clouds, and sometimes taking\\nthe pipe from his mouth, and letting\\nthe fragrant vapour curl about his nose,\\nwould gravely nod his head in token\\nof perfect approbation.\\nFrom even this stronghold the un-\\nlucky Rip was at length routed by his\\ntermagant wife, who would suddenly\\nbreak in upon the tranquillity of the\\nassemblage and call the members all\\nto naught nor was that august person-\\nage, Nicholas Vedder himself, sacred\\nfrom the daring tongue of this terrible\\nvirago, who charged him outright with\\nencouraging her husband in habits of\\nidleness.\\nPoor Rip was at last reduced almost\\nto despair; and his only alternative\\n17", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0029.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle\\nto escape from the labour of the farm\\nand the clamour of his wife, was to take\\ngun in hand, and stroll away into the\\nwoods. Here he would sometimes seat\\nhimself at the foot of a tree, and share\\nthe contents of his wallet with Wolf,\\nwith whom he sympathised as a fellow-\\nsufferer in persecution. Poor Wolf,\\nhe would say, thy mistress leads thee\\na dog s life of it but never mind, my\\nlad, whilst I live thou shalt never want\\na friend to stand by thee Wolf\\nwould wag his tail, look wistfully in\\nhis master s face, and if dogs can feel\\npity, I verily believe he reciprocated\\nthe sentiment with all his heart.\\nIn a long ramble of the kind on a\\nfine autumnal day. Rip had uncon-\\nsciously scrambled to one of the highest\\nparts of the Kaatskill mountains. He\\ni8", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0030.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle\\nwas after his favourite sport of squirrel-\\nshooting, and the still solitudes had\\nechoed and reechoed with the reports\\nof his gun. Panting and fatigued, he\\nthrew himself, late in the afternoon,\\non a green knoll, covered with moun-\\ntain herbage, that crowned the brow\\nof a precipice. From an opening be-\\ntween the trees he could overlook all\\nthe lower country for many a mile\\nof rich woodland. He saw at a dis-\\ntance the lordly Hudson, far, far below\\nhim, moving on its silent but majestic\\ncourse, with the reflection of a purple\\ncloud, or the sail of a lagging bark,\\nhere and there sleeping on its glassy\\nbosom, and at last losing itself in the\\nblue highlands.\\nOn the other side he looked down\\ninto a deep mountain glen, wild, lonely,\\n19", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0031.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Win kle\\nand shagged, the bottom filled with\\nfragments from the impending cliffs,\\nand scarcely lighted by the reflected\\nrays of the setting sun. For some\\ntime Rip lay musing on this scene;\\nevening was gradually advancing; the\\nmountains began to throw their long\\nblue shadows over the valleys he saw\\nthat it would be dark long before he\\ncould reach the village, and he heaved\\na heavy sigh when he thought of en-\\ncountering the terrors of Dame Van\\nWinkle.\\nAs he was about to descend, he heard\\na voice from a distance, hallooing, Rip\\nVan Winkle Rip Van Winkle He\\nlooked around, but could see nothing\\nbut a crow winging its solitary flight\\nacross the mountain. He thought his\\nfancy must have deceived him and\\n20", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0032.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle\\nturned again to descend, when he heard\\nthe same cry ring through the still even-\\ning air Rip Van Winkle Rip Van\\nWinkle at the same time Wolf\\nbristled up his back, and giving a low\\ngrowl, skulked to his master s side,\\nlooking fearfully down into the glen.\\nRip now felt a vague apprehension\\nstealing over him he looked anxiously\\nin the same direction, and perceived\\na strange figure slowly toiling up the\\nrocks, and bending under the weight\\nof something he carried on his back.\\nHe was surprised to see any human\\nbeing in this lonely and unfrequented\\nplace, but supposing it to be some one\\nof the neighbourhood in need of his\\nassistance he hastened down to yield it.\\nOn nearer approach, he was still\\nmore surprised at the singularity of\\n21", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0033.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle\\nthe stranger s appearance. He was a\\nshort, square-built old fellow, with\\nthick, bushy hair, and a grizzled beard.\\nHis dress was of the antique Dutch\\nfashion a cloth jerkin strapped\\nround the waist several pairs of\\nbreeches, the outer one of ample vol-\\nume, decorated with rows of buttons\\ndown the sides and bunches at the\\nknees. He bore on his shoulder a\\nstout keg, that seemed full of liquor,\\nand made signs for Rip to approach\\nand assist him with the load. Though\\nrather shy and distrustful of this new\\nacquaintance. Rip complied with his\\nusual alacrity, and mutually relieving\\neach other, they clambered up a nar-\\nrow gully, apparently the dry bed of\\na mountain torrent. As they ascended^\\nRip every now and then heard long\\n22", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0034.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle\\nrolling peals, like distant thunder, that\\nseemed to issue out of a deep ravine,\\nor rather cleft between lofty rocks,\\ntoward which their rugged path con-\\nducted. He paused for an instant, but\\nsupposing it to be the muttering of\\none of those transient thunder showers\\nwhich often take place in mountain\\nheights, he proceeded. Passing through\\nthe ravine, they came to a hollow, like\\na small amphitheatre, surrounded by per-\\npendicular precipices over the brinks\\nof which impending trees shot their\\nbranches, so that you only caught\\nglimpses of the azure sky, and the\\nbright evening cloud. During the\\nwhole time Rip and his companion\\nhad laboured on in silence for though\\nthe former marvelled greatly what\\ncould be the object of carrying a keg\\n23", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0035.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle\\nof liquor up this wild mountain, yet\\nthere was something strange and in-\\ncomprehensible about the unknown,\\nthat inspired awe and checked famili-\\narity.\\nOn entering the amphitheatre, new\\nobjects of wonder presented them-\\nselves. On a level spot in the centre\\nwas a company of odd-looking per-\\nsonages playing at nine-pins. They\\nwere dressed in a quaint, outlandish\\nfashion some wore short doublets,\\nothers jerkins, with long knives in\\ntheir belts, and most of them had\\nenormous breeches, of similar style\\nwith that of the guide s. Their vis-\\nages, too, were peculiar; one had a\\nlarge head, broad face, and small pig-\\ngish eyes the face of another seemed\\nto consist entirely of nose, and was\\n24", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0036.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle m\\nsurmounted by a white sugarloaf hat,\\nset ofF with a little red cock s tail.\\nThey all had beards, of various shapes\\nand colours. There was one who\\nseemed to be the commander. He\\nwas a stout old gentleman, with a\\nweather-beaten countenance he wore\\na laced doublet, broad belt and hanger,\\nhigh -crowned hat and feather, red\\nstockings, and high-heeled shoes, with\\nroses in them. The whole group re-\\nminded Rip of the figures in an old\\nFlemish painting, in the parlour of\\nDominie Van Shaick, the village par-\\nson, and which had been brought over\\nfrom Holland at the time of the set-\\ntlement.\\nWhat seemed particularly odd to Rip\\nwas, that though these folks were evi-\\ndently amusing themselves, yet they\\n25", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0037.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Wink le\\nmaintained the gravest faces, the most\\nmysterious silence, and were, withal, the\\nmost melancholy party of pleasure he\\nhad ever witnessed. Nothing inter-\\nrupted the stillness of the scene, but\\nthe noise of the balls, which, when-\\never they were rolled, echoed along\\nthe mountains like rumbling peals of\\nthunder.\\nAs Rip and his companion ap-\\nproached them, they suddenly desisted\\nfrom their play, and stared at him\\nwith such fixed, statue-Hke gaze, and\\nsuch strange, uncouth, lack lustre\\ncountenances, that his heart turned\\nwithin him, and his knees smote to-\\ngether. His companion now emptied\\nthe contents of the keg into large\\nflagons, and made signs to him to\\nwait upon the company. He obeyed\\n26", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0038.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle\\nwith fear and trembling they quaffed\\nthe liquor in profound silence, and\\nthen returned to their game.\\nBy degrees Rip s awe and appre-\\nhension subsided. He even ventured,\\nwhen no eye was fixed upon him, to\\ntaste the beverage, which he found had\\nmuch of the flavour of excellent Hol-\\nlands. He was naturally a thirsty soul,\\nand was soon tempted to repeat the\\ndraught. One taste provoked another,\\nand he reiterated his visits to the flagon\\nso often, that at length his senses were\\noverpowered, his eyes swam in his head,\\nhis head gradually declined, and he fell\\ninto a deep sleep.\\nOn waking, he found himself on the\\ngreen knoll from whence he had first\\nseen the old man of the glen. He\\nrubbed his eyes it was a bright sunny\\n27", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0039.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "#4 Rip Van Winkle\\nmorning. The birds were hopping and\\ntwittering among the bushes, and the\\neagle was wheeling aloft, and breasting\\nthe pure mountain breeze. Surely,\\nthought Rip, I have not slept here\\nall night. He recalled the occurrences\\nbefore he fell asleep. The strange man\\nwith a keg of liquor the mountain\\nravine the wild retreat among the\\nrocks the woe-begone party at nine-\\npins the flagon Oh that flagon\\nthat wicked flagon thought Rip\\n^what excuse shall I make to Dame\\nVan Winkle\\nHe looked around for his gun, but\\nin place of the clean, well-oiled fowl-\\ning-piece, he found an old firelock lying\\nby him, the barrel encrusted with rust,\\nand lock falling off^ and the stock\\nworm-eaten. He now suspected that\\n28", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0040.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle\\nthe grave roysters of the mountain had\\nput a trick upon him, and, having\\ndosed him with liquor, had robbed\\nhim of his gun. Wolf, too, had dis-\\nappeared, but he might have strayed\\naw^ay after a squirrel or partridge. He\\nw^histled after him and shouted his\\nname, but all in vain the echoes re-\\npeated his w^^histle and shout, but no\\ndog vi^as to be seen.\\nHe determined to revisit the scene\\nof the last evening s gambol, and if\\nhe met v^ith any of the party, to de-\\nmand his dog and gun. As he rose\\nto w^alk he found himself stiff in the\\njoints, and vs^anting in his usual activ-\\nity. These mountain beds do not\\nagree vi^ith me, thought Rip and\\nif this frolic should lay me up v^ith a\\nfit of the rheumatism, I shall have a\\n29", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0041.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle\\nblessed time with Dame Van Winkle.\\nWith some difficulty he got down into\\nthe glen he found the gully up which\\nhe and his companion had ascended the\\npreceding evening; but to his aston-\\nishment a mountain stream was now\\nfoaming down it, leaping from rock to\\nrock, and filling the glen with babbling\\nmurmurs. He, however, made shift\\nto scramble up its sides, working his\\ntoilsome way through thickets of birch,\\nsassafras, and witch-hazel, and some-\\ntimes tripped up or entangled by the\\nwild grape vines that twisted their\\ncoils and tendrils from tree to tree,\\nand spread a kind of network in his\\npath.\\nAt length he reached to where the\\nravine had opened through the cliffs,\\nto the amphitheatre but no traces of\\n30", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0042.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle\\nrrv\\nsuch opening remained. The rocks\\npresented a high impenetrable wall,\\nover which the torrent came tumbling\\nin a sheet of feathery foam, and fell\\ninto a broad deep basin, black from the\\nshadows of the surrounding forest.\\nHere, then, poor Rip was brought to\\na stand. He again called and whistled\\nafter his dog he was only answered by\\nthe cawing of a flock of idle crows,\\nsporting high in air about a dry tree\\nthat overhung a sunny precipice; and\\nwho, secure in their elevation, seemed\\nto look down and scofF at the poor\\nman s perplexities. What was to be\\ndone the morning was passing away,\\nand Rip felt famished for want of his\\nbreakfast. He grieved to give up his\\ndog and gun he dreaded to meet his\\nwife but it would not do to starve\\n31", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0043.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle\\namong the mountains. He shook his\\nhead, shouldered the rusty firelock, and,\\nwith a heart full of trouble and anxiety,\\nturned his steps homeward.\\nAs he approached the village he met\\na number of people, but none whom he\\nknew, which somewhat surprised him,\\nfor he had thought himself acquainted\\nwith every one in the country round.\\nTheir dress, too, was of a different\\nfashion from that to which he was\\naccustomed. They all stared at him\\nwith equal marks of surprise, and\\nwhenever they cast eyes upon him, in-\\nvariably stroked their chins. The con-\\nstant recurrence of this gesture induced\\nRip, involuntarily, to do the same,\\nwhen, to his astonishment, he found\\nhis beard had grown a foot long\\nHe had now entered the skirts of the\\n32", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0044.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle\\nvillage. A troop of strange children\\nran at his heels, hooting after him, and\\npointing at his gray beard. The dogs,\\ntoo, not one of which he recognised\\nfor an old acquaintance, barked at him\\nas he passed. The very village was\\naltered it was larger and more popu-\\nlous. There were rows of houses which\\nhe had never seen before, and those\\nwhich had been his familiar haunts had\\ndisappeared. Strange names were over\\nthe doors strange faces at the win-\\ndows everything was strange. His\\nmind now misgave him he began to\\ndoubt whether both he and the world\\naround him were not bewitched. Surely\\nthis was his native village, which he\\nhad left but the day before. There\\nstood the Kaatskill mountains there\\nran the silver Hudson at a distance\\n33", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0045.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle\\nthere was every hill and dale precisely\\nas it had always been Rip was sorely\\nperplexed That flagon last night,\\nthought he, has addled my poor head\\nsadly\\nIt was with some difficulty that he\\nfound the way to his own house, which\\nhe approached with silent awe, expect-\\ning every moment to hear the shrill\\nvoice of Dame Van Winkle. He\\nfound the house gone to decay the\\nroof fallen in, the windows shattered,\\nand the doors off the hinges. A half-\\nstarved dog, that looked like Wolf, was\\nskulking about it. Rip called him by\\nname, but the cur snarled, showed his\\nteeth, and passed on. This was an\\nunkind cut indeed My very dog,\\nsighed poor Rip, has forgotten me\\nHe entered the house, which, to tell\\n34", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0046.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle\\nthe truth, Dame Van Winkle had\\nalways kept in neat order. It was\\nempty, forlorn, and apparently aban-\\ndoned. This desolateness overcame\\nall his connubial fears he called\\nloudly for his wife and children the\\nlonely chambers rung for a moment\\nwith his voice, and then all again was\\nsilence.\\nHe now hurried forth, and hastened\\nto his old resort, the village inn but\\nit too was gone. A large rickety\\nwooden building stood in its place,\\nwith great gaping windows, some of\\nthem broken, and mended with old\\nhats and petticoats, and over the door\\nwas painted, The Union Hotel, by\\nJonathan Doolittle. Instead of the\\ngreat tree that used to shelter the quiet\\nlittle Dutch inn of yore, there now was\\n35", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0047.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle\\nreared a tall naked pole, with something\\non the top that looked like a red night-\\ncap, and from it was fluttering a flag,\\non which was a singular assemblage of\\nstars and stripes all this was strange\\nand incomprehensible. He recognised\\non the sign, however, the ruby face of\\nKing George, under which he had\\nsmoked so many a peaceful pipe, but\\neven this was singularly metamor-\\nphosed. The red coat was changed\\nfor one of blue and bufF, a sword was\\nheld in the hand instead of a sceptre,\\nthe head was decorated with a cocked\\nhat, and underneath was painted in\\nlarge characters. General Washing-\\nton.\\nThere was, as usual, a crowd of\\nfolk about the door, but none that Rip\\nrecollected. The very character of the\\n36", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0048.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle\\npeople seemed changed. There was a\\nbusy, bustling, disputatious tone about\\nit, instead of the accustomed phlegm\\nand drowsy tranquillity. He looked\\nin vain for the sage Nicholas Vedder,\\nwith his broad face, double chin, and\\nfair long pipe, uttering clouds of tobacco\\nsmoke instead of idle speeches or Van\\nBummel, the schoolmaster, doling forth\\nthe contents of an ancient newspaper.\\nIn place of these, a lean, bilious-look-\\ning fellow, with his pockets full of\\nhandbills, was haranguing vehemently\\nabout rights of citizens election\\nmembers of Congress liberty\\nBunker s hill heroes of seventy-six\\nand other words that were a perfect\\nBabylonish jargon to the bewildered\\nVan Winkle.\\nThe appearance of Rip, with his\\n37", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0049.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle\\nlong grizzled beard, his rusty fowling-\\npiece, his uncouth dress, and the army\\nof women and children that had\\ngathered at his heels, soon attracted\\nthe attention of the tavern politicians.\\nThey crowded round him, eyeing him\\nfrom head to foot, with great curiosity.\\nThe orator bustled up to him, and\\ndrawing him partly aside, inquired on\\nwhich side he voted. Rip stared in\\nvacant stupidity. Another short but\\nbusy little fellow pulled him by the\\narm, and rising on tip-toe, inquired in\\nhis ear, whether he was Federal or\\nDemocrat. Rip was equally at a loss\\nto comprehend the question; when a\\nknowing, self-important old gentleman,\\nin a sharp cocked hat, made his way\\nthrough the crowd, putting them to the\\nright and left with his elbows as he\\n38", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0050.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle\\npassed, and planting himself before\\nVan Winkle, with one arm akimbo,\\nthe other resting on his cane, his keen\\neyes and sharp hat penetrating, as it\\nwere, into his very soul, demanded, in\\nan austere tone, what brought him to\\nthe election with a gun on his shoulder,\\nand a mob at his heels, and whether he\\nmeant to breed a riot in the village\\nAlas gentlemen, cried Rip, some-\\nwhat dismayed, I am a poor quiet\\nman, a native of the place, and a loyal\\nsubject of the King, God bless him\\nHere a general shout burst from the\\nbystanders A tory a tory a spy a\\nrefugee hustle him away with him\\nit was with great difficulty that the self-\\nimportant man in the cocked hat re-\\nstored order; and having assumed a\\ntenfold austerity of brow, demanded\\n39", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0051.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle\\nagain of the unknown culprit what he\\ncame there for, and whom he was\\nseeking. The poor man humbly as-\\nsured him that he meant no harm, but\\nmerely came there in search of some\\nof his neighbours, who used to keep\\nabout the tavern.\\nWell who are they name\\nthem.\\nRip bethought himself a moment,\\nand inquired, Where s Nicholas Ved-\\nder\\nThere was silence for a little while,\\nwhen an old man replied, in a thin\\npiping voice, Nicholas Vedder why\\nhe is dead and gone these eighteen\\nyears There was a wooden tomb-\\nstone in the church-yard that used to\\ntell all about him, but that s rotted and\\ngone too.\\n40", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0052.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle\\nWhere s Brom Dutcher\\nOh, he went off to the army in\\nthe beginning of the war some say he\\nwas killed at the storming of Stoney-\\nPoint others say he was drowned in\\na squall at the foot of Antony s Nose.\\nI don t know he never came back\\nagain.\\nWhere s Van Bummel, the school-\\nmaster\\nHe went ofF to the wars too, was a\\ngreat militia general, and is now in\\nCongress.\\nRip s heart died away, at hearing of\\nthese sad changes in his home and\\nfriends, and finding himself thus alone\\nin the world. Every answer puzzled\\nhim, too, by treating of such enormous\\nlapses of time, and of matters which\\nhe could not understand war Con-\\n41", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0053.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle\\ngress Stoney-Point he had no\\ncourage to ask after any more friends,\\nbut cried out in despair, Does nobody\\nhere know Rip Van Winkle\\nOh, Rip Van Winkle exclaimed\\ntwo or three, Oh, to be sure that s\\nRip Van Winkle yonder, leaning\\nagainst the tree.\\nRip looked, and beheld a precise\\ncounterpart of himself, as he went up\\nthe mountain apparently as lazy, and\\ncertainly as ragged. The poor fellow\\nwas now completely confounded. He\\ndoubted his own identity, and whether\\nhe was himself or another man. In\\nthe midst of his bewilderment, the man\\nin the cocked hat demanded who he\\nwas, and what was his name\\nGod knows, exclaimed he, at his\\nwit s end I m not myself I m\\n42", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0054.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle\\nsomebody else that s me yonder\\nno that s somebody else, got into\\nmy shoes I was myself last night,\\nbut I fell asleep on the mountain, and\\nthey ve changed my gun, and every-\\nthing s changed, and I m changed, and\\nI can t tell what s my name, or who I\\nam!\\nThe bystanders began now to look\\nat each other, nod, wink significantly,\\nand tap their fingers against their fore-\\nheads. There was a whisper, also,\\nabout securing the gun, and keeping\\nthe old fellow from doing mischief, at\\nthe very suggestion of which the self-\\nimportant man in the cocked hat re-\\ntired with some precipitation. At this\\ncritical moment a fresh likely-looking\\nwoman pressed through the throng to\\nget a peep at the gray-bearded man.\\n43", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0055.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle\\nShe had a chubby child in her arms,\\nwhich, frightened at his looks, began\\nto cry. Hush, Rip, cried she, hush,\\nyou little fool, the old man won t hurt\\nyou. The name of the child, the air\\nof the mother, the tone of her voice,\\nall awakened a train of recollection in\\nhis mind. What is your name, my\\ngood woman asked he.\\nJudith Gardenier.\\nAnd your father s name\\nAh, poor man, his name was Rip\\nVan Winkle it s twenty years since he\\nwent away from home with his gun,\\nand never has been heard of since\\nhis dog came home without him; but\\nwhether he shot himself, or was carried\\naway by the Indians, nobody can tell.\\nI was then but a little girl.\\nRip had but one question more to\\n44", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0056.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle\\nask; but he put it with a faltering\\nvoice\\nWhere s your mother\\nOh, she too had died but a short\\ntime since she broke a blood vessel\\nin a fit of passion at a New England\\npedlar.\\nThere was a drop of comfort, at\\nleast, in this intelligence. The hon-\\nest man could contain himself no\\nlonger. He caught his daughter and\\nher child in his arms. I am your\\nfather cried he Young Rip Van\\nWinkle once old Rip Van Winkle\\nnow Does nobody know poor Rip\\nVan Winkle\\nAll stood amazed, until an old\\nwoman, tottering out from among the\\ncrowd, put her hand to her brow, and\\npeering under it in his face for a\\n45", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0057.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle\\nmoment, exclaimed, Sure enough it\\nis Rip Van Winkle it is himself!\\nWelcome home again, old neighbour.\\nWhy, where have you been these\\ntwenty long years\\nRip s story was soon told, for the\\nwhole twenty years had been to him as\\none night. The neighbours stared when\\nthey heard it some were seen to wink\\nat each other, and put their tongues in\\ntheir cheeks and the self-important\\nman in the cocked hat, who, when the\\nalarm was over, had returned to the\\nfield, screwed down the corners of his\\nmouth, and shook his head upon\\nwhich there was a general shaking of\\nthe head throughout the assemblage.\\nIt was determined, however, to take\\nthe opinion of old Peter Vanderdonk,\\nwho was seen slowly advancing up the\\n46", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0058.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle\\nroad. He was a descendant of the his-\\ntorian of that name, who wrote one of\\nthe earliest accounts of the province.\\nPeter was the most ancient inhabitant\\nof the village, and well versed in all the\\nwonderful events and traditions of the\\nneighbourhood. He recollected Rip at\\nonce, and corroborated his story in the\\nmost satisfactory manner. He assured\\nthe company that it was a fact, handed\\ndown from his ancestor the historian,\\nthat the Kaatskill mountains had always\\nbeen haunted by strange beings. That\\nit was affirmed that the great Hendrick\\nHudson, the first discoverer of the river\\nand country, kept a kind of vigil there\\nevery twenty years, with his crew of\\nthe Half-moon^ being permitted in this\\nway to revisit the scenes of his enter-\\nprise, and keep a guardian eye upon the\\n47", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0059.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle\\nriver, and the great city called by his\\nname. That his father had once seen\\nthem in their old Dutch dresses playing\\nat nine-pins in a hollow of the moun-\\ntain and that he himself had heard, one\\nsummer afternoon, the sound of their\\nballs like distant peals of thunder.\\nTo make a long story short, the\\ncompany broke up, and returned to the\\nmore important concerns of the elec-\\ntion. Rip s daughter took him home\\nto live with her she had a snug, well-\\nfurnished house, and a stout cheery\\nfarmer for a husband, whom Rip recol-\\nlected for one of the urchins that used\\nto climb upon his back. As to Rip s\\nson and heir, who was the ditto of\\nhimself, seen leaning against the tree,\\nhe was employed to work on the farm\\nbut evinced an hereditary disposition\\n48", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0060.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle\\nto attend to anything else but his\\nbusiness.\\nRip now resumed his old walks and\\nhabits he soon found many of his\\nformer cronies, though all rather the\\nworse for the wear and tear of time\\nand preferred making friends among\\nthe rising generation, with whom he\\nsoon grew into great favour.\\nHaving nothing to do at home, and\\nbeing arrived at that happy age when a\\nman can do nothing with impunity, he\\ntook his place once more on the bench,\\nat the inn door, and was reverenced as\\none of the patriarchs of the village, and\\na chronicle of the old times before the\\nwar. It was some time before he could\\nget into the regular track of gossip,\\nor could be made to comprehend the\\nstrange events that had taken place\\n49", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0061.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle\\nduring his torpor. How that there\\nhad been a revolutionary war that\\nthe country had thrown off the yoke\\nof old England and that, instead of\\nbeing a subject of his Majesty George\\nthe Third, he was now a free citizen\\nof the United States. Rip, in fact,\\nwas no politician the changes of states\\nand empires made but little impression\\non him but there was one species of\\ndespotism under which he had long\\ngroaned, and that was petticoat\\ngovernment. Happily, that w^s at an\\nend; he had got his neck out of the\\nyoke of matrimony, and could go in\\nand out whenever he pleased, without\\ndreading the tyranny of Dame Van\\nWinkle. Whenever her name was\\nmentioned, however, he shook his\\nhead, shrugged his shoulders, and cast\\nSO", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0062.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle\\nup his eyes which might pass either\\nfor an expression of resignation to his\\nfate, or joy at his deliverance.\\nHe used to tell his story to every\\nstranger that arrived at Mr. Doolittle s\\nhotel. He was observed, at first, to\\nvary on some points every time he\\ntold it, which was, doubtless, owing\\nto his having so recently awaked. It\\nat last settled down precisely to the tale\\nI have related, and not a man, woman,\\nor child in the neighbourhood, but\\nknew it by heart. Some always pre-\\ntended to doubt the reality of it, and\\ninsisted that Rip had been out of his\\nhead, and that this was one point on\\nwhich he always remained flighty. The\\nold Dutch inhabitants, however, almost\\nuniversally gave it full credit. Even\\nto this day they never hear a thunder\\n51", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0063.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle\\nstorm of a summer afternoon, about\\nthe Kaatskill, but they say Hendrick\\nHudson and his crew are at their game\\nof nine-pins and it is a common wish\\nof all henpecked husbands in the neigh-\\nbourhood, when life hangs heavy on\\ntheir hands, that they might have a\\nquieting draught out of Rip Van\\nWinkle s flagon.\\nNote. The foregoing tale, one would\\nsuspect, had been suggested to Mr. Knicker-\\nbocker by a little German superstition about\\nthe emperor Frederick der Rothbart, and the\\nKypphaiiser mountain the subjoined note,\\nhowever, which he had appended to the tale,\\nshows that it is an absolute fact, narrated with\\nhis usual fidelity\\nThe story of Rip Van Winkle may seem\\nincredible to many, but nevertheless I give it\\nmy full belief, for I know the vicinity of our old\\nDutch settlements to have been very subject to\\nmarvellous events and appearances. Indeed, I\\n52", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0064.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "Rip Van Winkle\\nhave heard many stranger stories than this, in\\nthe villages along the Hudson all of which\\nwere too well authenticated to admit of a\\ndoubt. I have even talked with Rip Van\\nWinkle myself, who, when last I saw him, was a\\nvery venerable old man, and so perfectly rational\\nand consistent on every other point, that I think\\nno conscientious person could refuse to take this\\ninto the bargain nay, I have seen a certificate\\non the subject taken before a country justice,\\nand signed with a cross, in the justice s own\\nhandwriting. The story, therefore, is beyond\\nthe possibility of doubt. D. K.", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0065.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0066.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "The Legend of Sleepy\\nHollow", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0067.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0068.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "The Legend of Sleepy\\nHollow\\nFOUND AMONG THE PAPERS OF THE\\nLATE DIEDRICH KNICKERBOCKER\\n**A pleasing land of drowsy head it was.\\nOf dreams that wave before the half-shut\\neye;\\nAnd of gay castles in the clouds that pass.\\nFor ever flushing round a summer sky.\\nCastle of Indolence.\\nIn the bosom of one of the spacious\\ncoves which indent the eastern shore\\nof the Hudson, at that broad expan-\\nsion of the river denominated by the\\nS7", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0069.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "The Legend of\\nancient Dutch navigators the Tap-\\npaan Zee, and where they always\\nprudently shortened sail, and implored\\nthe protection of Saint Nicholas when\\nthey crossed, there lies a small market\\ntown or rural port, which by some\\nis called Greensburgh, but which is\\nmore generally and properly known by\\nthe name of Tarry Town. This name\\nwas given, we are told, in former days,\\nby the good housewives of the adjacent\\ncountry, from the inveterate propensity\\nof their husbands to linger about the\\nvillage tavern on market days. Be\\nthat as it may, I do not vouch for the\\nfact, but merely advert to it, for the sake\\nof being precise and authentic. Not far\\nfrom this village, perhaps about three\\nmiles, there is a little valley, or rather\\nlap of land among high hills, which\\nS8", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0070.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollow\\nis one of the quietest places in the\\nwhole world. A small brook glides\\nthrough it, with just murmur enough\\nto lull one to repose and the occa-\\nsional whistle of a quail, or tapping of\\na woodpecker, is almost the only sound\\nthat ever breaks in upon the uniform\\ntranquillity.\\nI recollect that, when a stripling, my\\nfirst exploit in squirrel-shooting was in\\na grove of tall walnut-trees that shades\\none side of the valley. I had wandered\\ninto it at noon time, when all nature\\nis peculiarly quiet, and was startled\\nby the roar of my own gun, as it broke\\nthe sabbath stillness around, and was\\nprolonged and reverberated by the angry\\nechoes. If ever I should wish for a\\nretreat, whither I might steal from\\nthe world and its distractions, and\\n59", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0071.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "T-\\nThe Legend of\\ndream quietly away the remnant of a\\ntroubled life, I know of none more\\npromising than this little valley.\\nFrom the listless repose of the place,\\nand the peculiar character of its inhab-\\nitants, who are descendants from the\\noriginal Dutch settlers, this sequestered\\nglen has long been known by the name\\nof Sleepy Hollow, and its rustic lads\\nare called the Sleepy Hollow Boys\\nthroughout all the neighbouring country.\\nA drowsy, dreamy influence seems to\\nhang over the land, and to pervade the\\nvery atmosphere. Some say that the\\nplace was bewitched by a high German\\ndoctor during the early days of the\\nsettlement others, that an old Indian\\nchief, the prophet or wizard of his\\ntribe, held his powwows there before\\nthe country was discovered by Master\\n60", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0072.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollow\\nHendrick Hudson. Certain it is, the\\nplace still continues under the sway\\nof some witching power, that holds\\na spell over the minds of the good\\npeople, causing them to walk in a con-\\ntinual reverie. They are given to all\\nkinds of marvellous beliefs are subject\\nto trances and visions and frequently\\nsee strange sights, and hear music and\\nvoices in the air. The whole neighbour-\\nhood abounds with local tales, haunted\\nspots, and twilight superstitions stars\\nshoot and meteors glare oftener across\\nthe valley than in any other part of the\\ncountry and the nightmare, with her\\nwhole nine fold, seems to make it the\\nfavourite scene of her gambols.\\nThe dominant spirit, however, that\\nhaunts this enchanted region, and seems\\nto be commander-in-chief of all the\\n6i", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0073.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "The Legend of\\npowers of the air, is the apparition of\\na figure on horseback without a head.\\nIt is said by some to be the ghost of a\\nHessian trooper, whose head had been\\ncarried away by a cannon-ball, in some\\nnameless battle during the Revolutionary\\nWar and who is ever and anon seen by\\nthe country folk, hurrying along in the\\ngloom of night, as if on the wings of\\nthe wind. His haunts are not confined\\nto the valley, but extend at times to\\nthe adjacent roads, and especially to the\\nvicinity of a church that is at no great\\ndistance. Indeed, certain of the most\\nauthentic historians of those parts, who\\nhave been careful in collecting and col-\\nlating the floating facts concerning this\\nspectre, allege that, the body of the\\ntrooper having been buried in the\\nchurchyard, the ghost rides forth to\\n62", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0074.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollow\\nthe scene of battle in nightly quest of\\nhis head and that the rushing speed\\nwith which he sometimes passes along\\nthe hollow, like a midnight blast, is\\nowing to his being belated, and in a\\nhurry to get back to the churchyard\\nbefore daybreak.\\nSuch is the general purport of this\\nlegendary superstition, which has fur-\\nnished materials for many a wild story\\nin that region of shadows and the\\nspectre is known at all the country fire-\\nsides by the name of The Headless\\nHorseman of Sleepy Hollow.\\nIt is remarkable that the visionary\\npropensity I have mentioned is not\\nconfined to the native inhabitants of\\nthe valley, but is unconsciously imbibed\\nby every one who resides there for a\\ntime. However wide awake they may\\n63", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0075.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "The Legend of\\nhave been before they entered that\\nsleepy region, they are sure, in a little\\ntime, to inhale the witching influence\\nof the air, and begin to grow imagi-\\nnative to dream dreams, and see\\napparitions.\\nI mention this peaceful spot with all\\npossible laud for it is in such little\\nretired Dutch valleys, found here and\\nthere embosomed in the great State of\\nNew York, that population, manners,\\nand customs, remain fixed while the\\ngreat torrent of migration and improve-\\nment, which is making such incessant\\nchanges in other parts of this restless\\ncountry, sweeps by them unobserved.\\nThey are like those little nooks of still\\nwater which border a rapid stream\\nwhere we may see the straw and bub-\\nble riding quietly at anchor, or slowly\\n64", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0076.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollow\\nrevolving in their mimic harbour, un-\\ndisturbed by the rush of the passing\\ncurrent. Though many years have\\nelapsed since I trod the drowsy shades\\nof Sleepy Hollow, yet I question\\nwhether I should not still find the\\nsame trees and the same families vege-\\ntating in its sheltered bosom.\\nIn this by-place of nature there\\nabode, in a remote period of American\\nhistory, that is to say, some thirty\\nyears since, a worthy wight of the\\nname of Ichabod Crane who so-\\njourned, or, as he expressed it, tar-\\nried, in Sleepy Hollow, for the pur-\\npose of instructing the children of the\\nvicinity. He was a native of Con-\\nnecticut a State which supplies the\\nUnion with pioneers for the mind as\\nwell as for the forest, and sends forth\\n6s", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0077.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "The Legend of\\nyearly its legions of frontier woodmen\\nand country schoolmasters. The cog-\\nnomen of Crane was not inapplicable\\nto his person. He was tall, but ex-\\nceedingly lank, with narrow shoulders,\\nlong arms and legs, hands that dangled\\na mile out of his sleeves, feet that\\nmight have served for shovels, and his\\nwhole frame most loosely hung to-\\ngether. His head was small, and flat\\nat top, with huge ears, large green\\nglassy eyes, and a long snipe nose, so\\nthat it looked like a weathercock\\nperched upon his spindle neck, to tell\\nwhich way the wind blew. To see\\nhim striding along the profile of a hill\\non a windy day, with his clothes bag-\\nging and fluttering about him, one\\nmight have mistaken him for the\\ngenius of famine descending upon the\\n66", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0078.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollow\\nearth, or some scarecrow eloped from\\na cornfield.\\nHis schoolhouse was a low build-\\ning of one large room, rudely con-\\nstructed of logs J the windows partly\\nglazed, and partly patched with leaves\\nof old copy books. It was most in-\\ngeniously secured at vacant hours, by\\na withe twisted in the handle of the\\ndoor, and stakes set against the window\\nshutters so that though a thief might\\nget in with perfect ease, he would find\\nsome embarrassment in getting out\\nan idea most probably borrowed by the\\narchitect, Yost Van Houten, from\\nthe mystery of an eelpot. The school-\\nhouse stood in a rather lonely but\\npleasant situation, just at the foot of\\na woody hill, with a brook running\\nclose by, and a formidable birch-tree\\n67", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0079.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "The Legend of\\ngrowing at one end of it. From hence\\nthe low murmur of his pupils voices,\\nconning over their lessons, might be\\nheard in a drowsy summer s day, like\\nthe hum of a beehive j interrupted\\nnow and then by the authoritative voice\\nof the master, in the tone of menace\\nor command or, peradventure, by the\\nappalling sound of the birch as he urged\\nsome tardy loiterer along the flowery\\npath of knowledge. Truth to say,\\nhe was a conscientious man that ever\\nbore in mind the golden maxim, Spare\\nthe rod and spoil the child. Ichabod\\nCrane s scholars certainly were not\\nspoiled.\\nI would not have imagined, however,\\nthat he was one of those cruel poten-\\ntates of the school, who joy in the\\nsmart of their subjects on the con-\\n68", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0080.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollow\\ntrary, he administered justice with dis-\\ncrimination rather than severity taking\\nthe burthen off the backs of the weak,\\nand laying it on those of the strong.\\nYour mere puny stripling, that winced\\nat the least flourish of the rod, was\\npassed by with indulgence but the\\nclaims of justice were satisfied, by in-\\nflicting a double portion on some little,\\ntough, wrong-headed, broad -skirted\\nDutch urchin, who sulked and swelled\\nand grew dogged and sullen beneath\\nthe birch. All this he called doing\\nhis duty by their parents and he\\nnever inflicted a chastisement without\\nfollowing it by the assurance, so con-\\nsolatory to the smarting urchin, that\\nhe would remember it and thank him\\nfor it the longest day he had to live.\\nWhen school hours were over, he\\n69", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0081.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "The Legend of\\nwas even the companion and playmate\\nof the larger boys and on holiday\\nafternoons would convoy some of the\\nsmaller ones home, who happened to\\nhave pretty sisters, or good housewives\\nfor mother, noted for the comforts of\\nthe cupboard. Indeed it behoved him\\nto keep on good terms with his pupils.\\nThe revenue arising from his school\\nwas small, and would have been\\nscarcely sufficient to furnish him with\\ndaily bread, for he was a huge feeder,\\nand though lank, had the dilating powers\\nof an anaconda; but, to help out his\\nmaintenance, he was, according to\\ncountry custom in those parts, boarded\\nand lodged at the houses of the farmers,\\nwhose children he instructed. With\\nthese he lived successively a week at a\\ntime; thus going the rounds of the\\n70", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0082.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollow\\nneighbourhood, with all his worldly ef-\\nfects tied up in a cotton handkerchief.\\nThat all this might not be too onerous\\non the purses of his rustic patrons, who\\nare apt to consider the costs of school-\\ning a grievous burthen, and schoolmas-\\nters as mere drones, he had various\\nways of rendering himself both useful\\nand agreeable. He assisted the farmers\\norcasionally in the lighter labours of\\nffieir farms helped to make hay\\nmended the fences took the horses\\nto water drove the cows from pasture\\nand cut wood for the winter fire. He\\nlaid aside, too, all the dominant dignity\\nand absolute sway, with which he\\nlorded it in his little empire, the school,\\nand became wonderfully gentle and\\ningratiating. He found favour in the\\neyes of the mothers by petting the\\n71", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0083.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "The Legend of\\nchildren, particularly the youngest and\\nlike the lion bold, which whilom so\\nmagnanimously the lamb did hold, he\\nwould sit with a child on one knee,\\nand rock a cradle with his foot for\\nwhole hours together.\\nIn addition to his other vocations,\\nhe was the singing-master of the neigh-\\nbourhood, and picked up many bright\\nshillings by instructing the young folks\\nin psalmody. It was a matter of\\nno little vanity to him on Sundays,\\nto take his station in front of the\\nchurch gallery, with a band of chosen\\nsingers where, in his own mind, he\\ncompletely carried away the palm from\\nthe parson. Certain it is, his voice\\nresounded far above all the rest of the\\ncongregation and there are peculiar\\nquavers still to be heard in that church,\\n72", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0084.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollow\\nand which may even be heard half-a-\\nmile off, quite to the opposite side of\\nthe mill-pond, on a still Sunday morn-\\ning, which are said to be legitimately\\ndescended from the nose of Ichabod\\nCrane. Thus, by diverse little make-\\nshifts, in that ingenious way which is\\ncommonly denominated by hook and\\nby crook, the worthy pedagogue got\\non tolerably enough, and was thought,\\nby all who understood nothing of the\\nlabour of head-work, to have a wonder-\\nful easy life of it.\\nThe schoolmaster is generally a\\nman of some importance in the female\\ncircle of a rural neighbourhood being\\nconsidered a kind of idle gentleman-\\nlike personage, of vastly superior taste\\nand accomplishments to the rough\\ncountry swains, and, indeed, inferior\\nn", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0085.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "The Legend of\\nin learning only to the parson. His\\nappearance, therefore, is apt to occasion\\nsome little stir at the tea-table of a farm-\\nhouse, and the addition of a super-\\nnumerary dish of cakes or sweetmeats,\\nor, peradventure, the parade of a silver\\nteapot. Our man of letters, therefore,\\nwas peculiarly happy in the smiles of all\\nthe country damsels. How he would fig-\\nure among them in the churchyard, be-\\ntween services on Sundays gathering\\ngrapes for them from the wild vines that\\noverrun the surrounding trees reciting\\nfor their amusement all the epitaphs on\\nthe tombstones or sauntering, with a\\nwhole bevy of them, along the banks\\nof the adjacent mill-pond; while the\\nmore bashful country bumpkins hung\\nsheepishly back, envying his superior\\nelegance and address.\\n74", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0086.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollow\\nFrom his half itinerant life, also, he\\nwas a kind of travelling gazette, carry-\\ning the whole budget of local gossip\\nfrom house to house so that his ap-\\npearance was always greeted with satis-\\nfaction. He was, moreover, esteemed\\nby the women as a man of great erudi-\\ntion, for he had read several books\\nquite through, and was a perfect mas-\\nter of Cotton Mather s History of\\nNew England Witchcraft, in which,\\nby the way, he most firmly and\\npotently believed.\\nHe was, in fact, an odd mixture of\\nsmall shrewdness and simple credulity.\\nHis appetite for the marvellous, and\\nhis powers of digesting it, were equally\\nextraordinary and both had been in-\\ncreased by his residence in this spell-\\nbound region. No tale was too gross\\n75", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0087.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "The Legend of\\nor monstrous for his capacious swal-\\nlow. It was often his delight, after his\\nschool was dismissed in the afternoon,\\nto stretch himself on the rich bed of\\nclover, bordering the little brook that\\nwhimpered by his schoolhouse, and\\nthere con over old Mather s direful\\ntales, until the gathering dusk of even-\\ning made the printed page a mere mist\\nbefore his eyes. Then, as he wended\\nhis way, by swamp and stream and\\nawful woodland, to the farmhouse\\nwhere he happened to be quartered,\\nevery sound of nature at that witching\\nhour, fluttered his excited imagination\\nthe moan of the whip-poor-will from\\nthe hillside the boding cry of the tree-\\nThe whip-poor-will is a bird which is only\\nheard at night. It receives its name from its\\nnote, which is thought to resemble those words.\\n76", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0088.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollow\\ntoad, that harbinger of storm the dreary\\nhooting of the screech-owl or the sud-\\nden rustling in the thicket of birds\\nfrightened from their roost. The fire-\\nflies, too, which sparkled most vividly\\nin the darkest places, now and then\\nstartled him, as one of uncommon\\nbrightness would stream across his\\npath y and if, by chance, a huge block-\\nhead of a beetle came winging his blun-\\ndering flight against him, the poor varlet\\nwas ready to give up the ghost, with\\nthe idea that he was struck with a\\nwitch s token. His only resource\\non such occasions, either to drown\\nthought, or drive away evil spirits, was\\nto sing psalm-tunes; and the good\\npeople of Sleepy Hollow, as they sat\\nby their doors of an evening, were\\noften filled with awe, at hearing his\\n77", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0089.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "The Legend of\\nnasal melody, in linked sweetness\\nlong drawn out, floating from the\\ndistant hill, or along the dusky road.\\nAnother of his sources of fearful\\npleasure was, to pass long winter even-\\nings with the old Dutch wives, as\\nthey sat spinning by the fire, with a\\nrow of apples roasting and sputtering\\nalong the hearth, and listen to their\\nmarvellous tales of ghosts and goblins,\\nand haunted fields, and haunted brooks,\\nand haunted houses, and particularly\\nof the headless horseman, or Galloping\\nHessian of the Hollow, as they some-\\ntimes called him. He would delight\\nthem equally by his anecdotes of witch-\\ncraft, and of the direful omens and por-\\ntentous sights and sounds in the air,\\nwhich prevailed in the earlier times of\\nConnecticut and would frighten them\\n78", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0090.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollow\\nwofully with speculations upon comets\\nand shooting stars and with the alarm-\\ning fact that the world did absolutely\\nturn round, and that they were half\\nthe time topsy-turvy\\nBut if there was a pleasure in all\\nthis, while snugly cuddling in the\\nchimney corner of a chamber that was\\nall of a ruddy glow from the crackling\\nwood fire and where, of course, no\\nspectre dared to show its face, it was\\ndearly purchased by the terrors of his\\nsubsequent walk homewards. What\\nfearful shapes and shadows beset his\\npath amidst the dim and ghastly glare\\nof a snowy night With what wist-\\nful look did he eye every trembling ray\\nof light streaming across the waste\\nfields from some distant window\\nHow often was he appalled by some\\n79", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0091.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "The Legend of\\nshrub covered with snow, which Hke\\nsheeted spectre beset his very path\\nHow often did he shrink with curdling\\nawe at the sound of his own steps on\\nthe frosty crust beneath his feet; and\\ndread to look over his shoulder, lest he\\nshould behold some uncouth being\\ntramping close behind him and\\nhow often was he thrown into com-\\nplete dismay by some rushing blast,\\nhowling among the trees, in the idea\\nthat it was the Galloping Hessian on\\none of his nightly scourings.\\nAll these, however, were mere ter-\\nrors of the night, phantoms of the\\nmind that walk in darkness and\\nthough he had seen many spectres in\\nhis time, and been more than once\\nbeset by Satan in diverse shapes, in\\nhis lonely perambulations, yet daylight\\n80", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0092.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollow\\nput an end to all these evils; and he\\nwould have passed a pleasant life of\\nit in despite of the Devil and all his\\nworks, if his path had not been crossed\\nby a being that causes more perplexity\\nto mortal man, than ghosts, goblins,\\nand the whole race of witches put to-\\ngether, and that was a woman.\\nAmong the musical disciples who\\nassembled, one evening in each week,\\nto receive his instructions in psalmody,\\nwas Katrina Van Tassel, the daughter\\nand only child of a substantial Dutch\\nfarmer. She was a blooming lass of\\nfresh eighteen plump as a partridge\\nripe and melting and rosy cheeked as\\none of her father s peaches, and uni-\\nversally famed, not merely for her\\nbeauty, but her vast expectations. She\\nwas withal a little of a coquette, as might\\n8i", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0093.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "The Legend of\\nbe perceived even in her dress, which was\\na mixture of ancient and modern fash-\\nions, as most suited to set ofFher charms.\\nShe wore the ornaments of pure yel-\\nlow gold, which her great-great-grand-\\nmother had brought over from Saar-\\ndam the tempting stomacher of the\\nolden time and withal a provokingly\\nshort petticoat, to display the prettiest\\nfoot and ankle in the country round.\\nIchabod Crane had a soft and foolish\\nheart toward the sex and it is not to be\\nwondered at that so tempting a morsel\\nsoon found favour in his eyes more\\nespecially after he had visited her in\\nher paternal mansion. Old Baltus Van\\nTassel was a perfect picture of a thriv-\\ning, contented, liberal-hearted farmer.\\nHe seldom, it is true, sent either his\\neyes or his thoughts beyond the boun-\\n82", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0094.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollow\\ndaries of his own farm but within\\nthose everything was snug, happy, and\\nwell conditioned. He was satisfied with\\nhis wealth, but not proud of it and\\npiqued himself upon the hearty abun-\\ndance, rather than the style in which\\nhe lived. His stronghold was situated\\non the banks of the Hudson, in one of\\nthose green, sheltered, fertile nooks, in\\nwhich the Dutch farmers are so fond\\nof nestling. A great elm-tree spread\\nits broad branches over it; at the foot\\nof which bubbled up a spring of the\\nsoftest and sweetest water, in a little\\nwell, formed of a barrel and then\\nstole sparkling away through the grass,\\nto a neighbouring brook, that babbled\\nalong among elders and dwarf willows.\\nHard by the farmhouse was a vast\\nbarn, that might have served for a\\n^3", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0095.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "The Legend of\\nchurch every window and crevice of\\nwhich seemed bursting forth with the\\ntreasures of the farm the flail was\\nbusily resounding within it from morn-\\ning to night swallows and martins\\nskimmed twittering about the eaves\\nand rows of pigeons, some with one\\neye turned up, as if watching the\\nweather, some with their heads under\\ntheir wings, or buried in their bosoms,\\nand others, swelling, and cooing, and\\nbowing about their dames, were en-\\njoying the sunshine on the roof. Sleek,\\nunwieldy porkers were grunting in the\\nrepose and abundance of their pens\\nfrom whence sallied forth, now and\\nthen, troops of sucking-pigs as if to\\nsnufF the air. A stately squadron of\\nsnowy geese were riding in an adjoin-\\ning pond, convoying whole fleets of\\n84", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0096.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollow\\nducks regiments of turkeys were\\ngobbling through the farmyard, and\\nguinea-fowls fretting about it, like ill-\\ntempered housewives, with their peev-\\nish discontented cry. Before the barn\\ndoor strutted the gallant cock, that\\npattern of a husband, a warrior, and a\\nfine gentleman clapping his burnished\\nwings, and crowing in the pride and\\ngladness of his heart sometimes tear-\\ning up the earth with his feet, and\\nthen generously calling his ever-hungry\\nfamily of wives and children to enjoy\\nthe rich morsel which he had dis-\\ncovered.\\nThe pedagogue s mouth watered as\\nhe looked upon this sumptuous promise\\nof luxurious winter fare. In his de-\\nvouring mind s eye, he pictured to\\nhimself every roasting pig running\\n85", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0097.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "The Legend of\\nabout with a pudding in its belly, and\\nan apple in its mouth the pigeons\\nwere snugly put to bed in a comfort-\\nable pie, and tucked in with a cover-\\nlet of crust the geese were swimming\\nin their own gravy and the ducks\\npairing cosily in dishes, like snug mar-\\nried couples, with a decent competency\\nof onion sauce. In the porkers he saw\\ncarved out the future sleek side of\\nbacon, and juicy relishing ham not a\\nturkey, but he beheld daintily trussed\\nup, with its gizzard under its wing,\\nand, peradventure, a necklace of\\nsavoury sausages and even bright\\nchanticleer himself lay sprawling on\\nhis back, in a side dish, with uplifted\\nclaws, as if craving that quarter which\\nhis chivalrous spirit disdained to ask\\nwhile living.\\nS6", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0098.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollow\\nAs the enraptured Ichabod fancied\\nall this, and as he rolled his great green\\neyes over the fat meadow-lands, the\\nrich fields of wheat, of rye, of buck-\\nwheat, and Indian corn, and the\\norchards burdened with ruddy fruit,\\nwhich surrounded the warm tene-\\nment of Van Tassel, his heart yearned\\nafter the damsel who was to inherit\\nthese domains, and his imagination\\nexpanded with the idea, how they\\nmight be readily turned into cash,\\nand the money invested in immense\\ntracts of wild land, and shingle palaces\\nin the wilderness. Nay, his busy fancy\\nalready realised his hopes, and presented\\nto him the blooming Katrina, with a\\nwhole family of children, mounted on\\nthe top of a waggon loaded with house-\\nhold trumpery, with pots and kettles\\n^7", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0099.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "The Legend of\\ndangling beneath and he beheld him-\\nself bestriding a pacing mare, with a\\ncolt at her heels, setting out for\\nKentucky, Tennessee, or the Lord\\nknows where\\nWhen he entered the house the\\nconquest of his heart was complete.\\nIt was one of those spacious farm-\\nhouses, with high-ridged, but lowly-\\nsloping roofs, built in the style handed\\ndown from the first Dutch settlers.\\nThe low projecting eaves formed a\\npiazza along the front, capable of be-\\ning closed up in bad weather. Under\\nthis were hung flails, harness, various\\nutensils of husbandry, and nets for\\nfishing in the neighbouring river.\\nBenches were built along the sides\\nfor summer use and a great spinning-\\nwheel at one end, and a churn at the\\n88", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0100.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollow\\nother, showed the various uses to which\\nthis important porch might be devoted.\\nFrom this piazza the wondering Icha-\\nbod entered the hall, which formed the\\ncentre of the mansion, and the place of\\nusual residence. Here, rows of re-\\nsplendent pewter, ranged on a long\\ndresser, dazzled his eyes. In one cor-\\nner stood a huge bag of wool ready to\\nbe spun in another a quantity of lin-\\nsey-woolsey just from the loom ears\\nof Indian corn, and strings of dried\\napples and peaches, hung in gay fes-\\ntoons along the walls, mingled with\\nthe gaud of red peppers and a door\\nleft ajar, gave him a peep into the best\\nparlour, where the claw-footed chairs,\\nand dark mahogany tables, shone like\\nmirrors and irons, with their accom-\\npanying shovel and tongs, glistened\\n89", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0101.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "The Legend of\\nfrom their covert of asparagus tops;\\nmock oranges and conch shells deco-\\nrated the mantel-piece strings of vari-\\nous coloured birds eggs were sus-\\npended above it a great ostrich egg\\nwas hung from the centre of the room,\\nand a corner cupboard, knowingly\\nleft open, displayed immense treasures\\nof old silver and well-mended china.\\nFrom the moment Ichabod laid his\\neyes upon these regions of delight, the\\npeace of his mind was at an end, and\\nhis only study was how to gain the\\naffections of the peerless daughter of\\nVan Tassel. In this enterprise, how-\\never, he had more real difficulties than\\ngenerally fell to the lot of a knight-\\nerrant of yore, who seldom had any-\\nthing but giants, enchanters, fiery\\ndragons, and such like easily con-\\n90", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0102.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollow\\nquered adversaries, to contend with\\nand had to make his way merely\\nthrough gates of iron and brass, and\\nwalls of adamant, to the castle keep,\\nwhere the lady of his heart was con-\\nfined all which he achieved as easily\\nas a man would carve his way to the\\ncentre of a Christmas pie, and then the\\nlady gave him her hand as a matter of\\ncourse. Ichabod, on the contrary, had\\nto win his way to the heart of a country\\ncoquette, beset with a labyrinth of\\nwhims and caprices, which were for\\never presenting new difficulties and im-\\npediments and he had to encounter\\na host of fearful adversaries of real flesh\\nand blood, the numerous rustic ad-\\nmirers, who beset every portal to her\\nheart keeping a watchful and angry\\neye upon each other, but ready to fly\\n91", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0103.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "The Legend of\\nout in the common cause against any\\nnew competitor.\\nAmong these the most formidable\\nwas a burly, roaring, roystering blade,\\nof the name of Abraham, or, according\\nto the Dutch abbreviation, Brom Van\\nBrunt, the hero of the country round,\\nwhich rung with his feats of strength\\nand hardihood. He was broad-shoul-\\ndered and double-jointed, with short\\ncurly black hair, and a bluff, but\\nnot unpleasant countenance, having a\\nmingled air of fun and arrogance.\\nFrom his Herculean frame and great\\npowers of limb, he had received the\\nnickname of Brom Bones, by which\\nhe was universally known. He was\\nfamed for great knowledge and skill in\\nhorsemanship, being as dexterous on\\nhorseback as a Tartar. He was fore-\\n92", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0104.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollow\\nmost at all races and cock-fights; and\\nwith the ascendency which bodily\\nstrength always acquires in rustic life,\\nwas the umpire in all disputes, setting\\nhis hat on one side, and giving his\\ndecisions with an air and tone that\\nadmitted of no gainsay or appeal. He\\nwas always ready for either a fight or a\\nfrolic and more mischief than ill-will\\nin his composition and with all his\\noverbearing roughness, there was a\\nstrong dash of waggish good humour\\nat bottom. He had three or four boon\\ncompanions of his own stamp, who\\nregarded him as their model, and at\\nthe head of whom he scoured the\\ncountry, attending every scene of feud\\nor merriment for miles round. In cold\\nweather he was distinguished by a fur\\ncap, surmounted with a flaunting fox s\\n93", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0105.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "The Legend of\\ntall and when the folks at a country\\ngathering descried this well-known\\ncrest at a distance, whisking about\\namong a squad of hard riders, they\\nalways stood by for a squall. Some-\\ntimes his crew would be heard dash-\\ning along past the farmhouses at mid-\\nnight, with whoop and halloo, like a\\ntroop of Don Cossacks and the old\\ndames, startled out of their sleep, would\\nlisten for a moment till the hurry-\\nscurry had clattered by, and then ex-\\nclaim, Ay, there goes Brom Bones\\nand his gang The neighbours looked\\nupon him with a mixture of awe,\\nadmiration, and good-will; and when\\nany madcap prank, or rustic brawl,\\noccurred in the vicinity, always shook\\ntheir heads, and warranted Brom Bones\\nwas at the bottom of it.\\n94", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0106.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollow\\nThis rantipole hero had for some\\ntime singled out the blooming Katrina\\nfor the object of his uncouth gallant-\\nries, and though his amorous toyings\\nwere something like the gentle caresses\\nand endearments of a bear, yet it was\\nwhispered that she did not altogether\\ndiscourage his hopes. Certain it is,\\nhis advances were signals for rival can-\\ndidates to retire, who felt no inclina-\\ntion to cross a lion in his amours\\ninsomuch, that when his horse was\\nseen tied to Van Tassel s paling, on a\\nSunday night (a sure sign that his\\nmaster was courting, or, as it is termed,\\nsparking, within), all other suitors\\npassed by in despair, and carried the\\nwar into other quarters.\\nSuch was the formidable rival with\\nwhom Ichabod Crane had to contend,\\n95", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0107.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "The Legend of\\nand, considering all things, a stouter\\nman than he would have shrunk from\\nthe competition, and a wiser man\\nwould have despaired. He had, how-\\never, a happy mixture of pliability and\\nperseverance in his nature he was in\\nform and spirit like a supple-jack\\nyielding, but tough though he bent,\\nhe never broke and though he bowed\\nbeneath the slightest pressure, yet, the\\nmoment it was away jerk! he was\\nas erect, and carried his head as high\\nas ever.\\nTo have taken the field openly\\nagainst his rival would have been\\nmadness for he was not a man to\\nbe thwarted in his amours, any more\\nthan that stormy lover, Achilles. Icha-\\nbod, therefore, made his advances in a\\nquiet and gently insinuating manner,\\n96", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0108.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollow\\nUnder cover of his character of sing-\\ning master, he made frequent visits at\\nthe farmhouse not that he had any-\\nthing to apprehend from the meddle-\\nsome interference of parents, v^hich is\\nso often a stumbling-block in the path\\nof lovers. Bait Van Tassel was an\\neasy indulgent soul he loved his daugh-\\nter better even than his pipe, and like\\na reasonable man, and an excellent\\nfather, let her have her way in every-\\nthing. His notable little wife, too, had\\nenough to do to attend to her house-\\nkeeping and manage the poultry for,\\nas she sagely observed, ducks and geese\\nare foolish things, and must be looked\\nafter, but girls can take care of them-\\nselves. Thus while the busy dame\\nbustled about the house, or plied her\\nspinning-wheel at one end of the\\n97", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0109.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "The Legend of\\npiazza, honest Bait would sit smoking\\nhis evening pipe at the other, watching\\nthe achievements of a little wooden\\nwarrior, who, armed with a sword in\\neach hand, was most valiantly fighting\\nthe wind on the pinnacle of the barn.\\nIn the meantime, Ichabod would carry-\\non his suit with the daughter by the\\nside of the spring under the great elm,\\nor sauntering along in the twilight, that\\nhour so favourable to the lover s elo-\\nquence.\\nI profess not to know how women s\\nhearts are wooed and won. To me\\nthey have always been matters of riddle\\nand admiration. Some seem to have but\\none vulnerable point, or door of access\\nwhile others have a thousand avenues,\\nand may be captured in a thousand\\ndifferent ways. It is a great triumph\\n98", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0110.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollow\\nof skill to gain the former, but a still\\ngreater proof of generalship to maintain\\npossession of the latter, for a man must\\nbattle for his fortress at every door and\\nwindow. He that wins a thousand\\ncommon hearts is therefore entitled to\\nsome renown but he who keeps un-\\ndisputed sway over the heart of a\\ncoquette, is indeed a hero. Certain\\nit is, this was not the case with the\\nredoubtable Brom Bones and from\\nthe moment Ichabod Crane made his\\nadvances, the interests of the former\\nevidently declined his horse was no\\nlonger seen tied at the palings on Sun-\\nday nights, and a deadly feud arose\\nbetween him and the preceptor of\\nSleepy Hollow.\\nBrom, who had a degree of rough\\nchivalry in his nature, would fain have\\n99", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0111.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "The Legend of\\ncarried matters to open warfare, and\\nhave settled their pretensions to the\\nlady, according to the mode of those\\nmost concise and simpler reasoners,\\nthe knights-errant of yore by single\\ncombat but Ichabod was too conscious\\nof the superior might of his adversary\\nto enter the Hsts against him he had\\noverheard the boast of Bones, that he\\nwould double the schoolmaster up,\\nand put him on a shelf; and he was\\ntoo wary to give him an opportunity.\\nThere was something extremely pro-\\nvoking in this obstinately pacific sys-\\ntem it left Brom no alternative but\\nto draw upon the funds of rustic wag-\\ngery in his disposition, and to play ofF\\nboorish practical jokes upon his rival.\\nIchabod became the object of whimsi-\\ncal persecution to Bones and his gang\\n100", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0112.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollo w\\nof rough riders. They harried his\\nhitherto peaceful domains smoked out\\nhis singing school, by stopping up the\\nchimney broke into the schoolhouse\\nat night, in spite of its formidable\\nfastenings of withe and window stakes,\\nand turned everything topsy-turvy so\\nthat the poor schoolmaster began to\\nthink all the witches in the country\\nheld their meetings there. But what\\nwas still more annoying, Brom took all\\nopportunities of turning him into ridi-\\ncule in presence of his mistress, and\\nhad a scoundrel dog, whom he taught\\nto whine in the most ludicrous manner,\\nand introduced as a rival of Ichabod s,\\nto instruct her in psalmody.\\nIn this way matters went on for\\nsome time, v^ithout producing any ma-\\nterial effect on the relative situations\\nlOI", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0113.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "The Legend of\\nof the contending powers. On a fine\\nautumnal afternoon, Ichabod, in pen-\\nsive mood, sat enthroned on the lofty\\nstool from whence he usually watched\\nall the concerns of his little literary\\nrealm. In his hand he swayed a ferule,\\nthat sceptre of despotic power; the\\nbirch of justice reposed on three nails,\\nbehind the throne, a constant terror\\nto evil-doers while on the desk before\\nhim might be seen sundry contraband\\narticles and prohibited weapons detected\\nupon the persons of idle urchins such\\nas half- munched apples, popguns,\\nwhirligigs, fly cages, and whole legions\\nof rampant little paper game-cocks.\\nApparently there had been some appal-\\nling act of justice recently inflicted,\\nfor his scholars were all busily intent\\nupon their books, or slily whispering\\n1 02", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0114.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollow\\nbehind them with one eye kept upon\\nthe master; and a kind of buzzing\\nstillness reigned throughout the school-\\nroom. It was suddenly interrupted by\\nthe appearance of a negro in tow-cloth\\njacket and trousers, a round-crowned\\nfragment of a hat, like the cap of Mer-\\ncury, and mounted on the back of a\\nragged, wild, half-broken colt, which\\nhe managed with a rope by way of\\nhalter. He came clattering up to the\\nschool door with an invitation to Icha-\\nbod to attend a merrymaking, or quilt-\\ning frolic, to be held that evening at\\nMynheer Van Tassel s, and having de-\\nlivered his message with that air of im-\\nportance and effort at fine language,\\nwhich a negro is apt to display on petty\\nembassies of the kind, he dashed over\\nthe brook, and was seen scampering\\n103", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0115.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "The Legend of\\naway up the hollow, full of the im-\\nportance and hurry of his mission.\\nAll was now bustle and hubbub\\nin the late quiet schoolroom. The\\nscholars were hurried through their\\nlessons, without stopping at trifles\\nthose who were nimble, skipped over\\nhalf with impunity, and those who\\nwere tardy, had a smart application\\nnow and then in the rear, to quicken\\ntheir speed, or help them over a tall\\nword. Books were flung aside, with-\\nout being put away on the shelves\\ninkstands were overturned benches\\nthrown down and the whole school\\nwas turned loose an hour before the\\nusual time, bursting forth like a legion\\nof young imps, yelping and racketing\\nabout the green, in joy at their early\\nemancipation.\\n104", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0116.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollow\\nThe gallant Ichabod now spent at\\nleast an extra half-hour at his toilet,\\nbrushing and furbishing up his best\\nand indeed only suit of rusty black,\\nand arranging his looks by a bit of\\nbroken looking-glass, that hung up in\\nthe schoolhouse. That he might make\\nhis appearance before his mistress, in\\nthe true style of a cavalier, he borrowed\\na horse from the farmer with whom he\\nwas domiciliated, a choleric old Dutch-\\nman, of the name of Hans Van Ripper,\\nand thus gallantly mounted, issued\\nforth like a knight-errant in quest of\\nadventures. But it is meet I should,\\nin the true spirit of romantic story,\\ngive some account of the looks and\\nequipments of my hero and his steed.\\nThe animal he bestrode was a broken-\\ndown plough horse, that had outlived\\n105", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0117.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "The Legend of\\nalmost everything but his viciousness.\\nHe was gaunt and shagged, with a\\newe neck and a head Hke a hammer;\\nhis rusty mane and tail were tangled\\nand knotted with burrs one eye had\\nlost its pupil, and was glaring and spec-\\ntral but the other had the gleam of a\\ngenuine devil in it. Still he must have\\nhad fire and mettle in his day, if we may\\njudge from his name, which was Gun-\\npowder. He had, in fact, been a favour-\\nite steed of his master s, the choleric\\nVan Ripper, who was a furious rider,\\nand had infused, very probably, some\\nof his own spirit into the animal for,\\nold and broken-down as he looked,\\nthere was more lurking deviltry in him\\nthan in any young filly in the country.\\nIchabod was a suitable figure for\\nsuch a steed. He rode with short\\nio6", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0118.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollow\\nstirrups, which brought his knees\\nnearly up to the pommel of the saddle\\nhis sharp elbows stuck out like grass-\\nhopper s he carried his whip perpen-\\ndicularly in his hand, like a sceptre,\\nand as the horse jogged on, the motion\\nof his arms was not unlike the flapping\\nof a pair of wings. A small wool\\nhat rested on the top of his nose,\\nfor so his scanty strip of forehead\\nmight be called; and the skirts of\\nhis black coat fluttered out almost to\\nthe horse s tail. Such was the appear-\\nance of Ichabod and his steed, as they\\nshambled out of the gate of Hans Van\\nRipper, and it was altogether such an\\napparition as is seldom to be met with\\nin broad daylight.\\nIt was, as I have said, a fine autum-\\nnal day -y the sky was clear and serene,\\n107", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0119.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "The Legend of\\nand nature wore that rich and golden\\nHvery which we always associate with\\nthe idea of abundance. The forests\\nhad put on their sober brown and\\nyellow, while some trees of the\\ntenderer kind had been nipped by\\nthe frosts into brilliant dyes of orange,\\npurple, and scarlet. Streaming files\\nof wild ducks began to make their\\nappearance high in the air; the bark\\nof the squirrel might be heard from\\nthe groves of beech and hickory nuts,\\nand the pensive whistle of the quail at\\nintervals from the neighbouring stubble-\\nfield.\\nThe small birds were taking their\\nfarewell banquets. In the fullness of\\ntheir revelry, they fluttered, chirping\\nand frolicking, from bush to bush and\\ntree to tree, capricious from the very\\nio8", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0120.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollow\\nprofusion and variety around them.\\nThere was the honest cock-robin, the\\nfavourite game of stripling sportsmen,\\nwith its loud querulous note and the\\ntwittering blackbirds flying in sable\\nclouds aad the golden-winged wood-\\npecker, with his crimson crest, his\\nbroad black gorget, and splendid plu-\\nmage and the cedar bird, with its red\\ntipped wings and yellow tipped tail,\\nand its little monteiro cap of feathers\\nand the blue jay, that noisy coxcomb,\\nin his gay light blue coat and white under\\nclothes screaming and chattering, nod-\\nding and bobbing and bowing, and pre-\\ntending to be on good terms with every\\nsongster of the grove.\\nAs Ichabod jogged slowly on his way,\\nhis eye, ever open to every symptom of\\nculinary abundance, ranged with delight\\n109", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0121.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "The Legend of\\nover the treasures of jolly autumn. On\\nall sides he beheld vast stores of apples\\nsome hanging in oppressive opulence\\non the trees some gathered into bas-\\nkets and barrels for the market others\\nheaped up in rich piles for the cider-\\npress. Further on he beheld great\\nfields of Indian corn, with its golden\\nears peeping from their leafy coverts,\\nand holding out the promise of cakes and\\nhasty pudding; and the yellow pump-\\nkins lying beneath them, turning up\\ntheir fair round bellies to the sun, and\\ngiving ample prospects of the most\\nluxurious of pies and anon he passed\\nthe fragrant buckwheat fields, breath-\\ning the odour of the beehive, and as\\nhe beheld them, soft anticipations stole\\nover his mind of dainty slap-jacks, well\\nbuttered, and garnished with honey or\\niio", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0122.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollow\\ntreacle, by the delicate little dimpled\\nhand of Katrina Van Tassel.\\nThus feeding his mind with many\\nsweet thoughts and sugared supposi-\\ntions, he journeyed along the sides of\\na range of hills which look out upon\\nsome of the goodliest scenes of the\\nmighty Hudson. The sun gradually\\nwheeled his broad disc down into the\\nwest. The wide bosom of the Tap-\\npaan Zee lay motionless and glassy,\\nexcepting that here and there a\\ngentle undulation waved and pro-\\nlonged the blue shadow of the dis-\\ntant mountain. A few amber clouds\\nfloated in the sky, without a breath of\\nair to move them. The horizon was\\nof a fine golden tint, changing gradu-\\nally into a pure apple-green, and from\\nthat into the deep blue of the mid-\\nIII", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0123.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "rr^\\nThe Legend of\\nheaven. A slanting ray lingered on\\nthe woody crests of the precipices that\\noverhung some parts of the river, giv-\\ning greater depth to the dark gray and\\npurple of their rocky sides. A sloop\\nwas loitering in the distance, droppiD^^\\nslowly down with the tide, her sail\\nhanging uselessly against the mast;\\nand as the reflection of the sky gleamed\\nalong the still water, it seemed as if the\\nvessel was suspended in the air.\\nIt was toward evening that Ichabod\\narrived at the castle of the Heer Van\\nTassel, which he found thronged with\\nthe pride and flower of the adjacent\\ncountry. Old farmers, a spare leathern-\\nfaced race, in homerpun coats and\\nbreeches, blue stockings, huge shoes,\\nand magnificent pewter buckles. Their\\nbrisk withered little dames, in close\\n112", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0124.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollow\\ncrimped caps, long-waisted short gowns,\\nhomespun petticoats, with scissors, and\\npincushions, and gay calico pockets,\\nhanging on the outside. Buxom lasses,\\nalmost as antiquated as their mothers,\\nexcepting where a straw hat, a fine\\nriband, or perhaps a white frock, gave\\nsymptoms of city innovations. The\\nsons, in short square-skirted coats with\\nrows of stupendous brass buttons, and\\ntheir hair generally queued in the fash-\\nion of the times, especially if they could\\nprocure an eel-skin for the purpose, it\\nbeing esteemed throughout the country\\nas a potent nourisher and strengthener\\nof the hair.\\nBrom Bones, however, was the hero\\nof the scene, having come to the gather-\\ning on his favourite steed Daredevil, a\\ncreature, like himself, full of mettle and\\n113", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0125.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "The Legend of\\nmischief, and which no one but him-\\nself could manage. He was in fact\\nnoted for preferring vicious animals,\\ngiven to all kinds of tricks, which\\nkept the rider in constant risk of his\\nneck, for he held a tractable well-\\nbroken horse as unworthy of a lad\\nof spirit.\\nFain would I pause to dwell upon\\nthe world of charms that burst upon\\nthe enraptured gaze of my hero, as\\nhe entered the state parlour of Van\\nTassel s mansion. Not those of the\\nbevy of buxom lasses, with their luxu-\\nrious display of red and white but the\\nample charms of a genuine Dutch\\ncountry tea-table, in the sumptuous\\ntime of autumn. Such heaped-up\\nplatters of cakes of various and almost\\nindescribable kinds, known only to\\n114", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0126.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollow\\nexperienced Dutch housewives There\\nwas the doughty doughnut, the ten-\\nderer oly koek, and the crisp and\\ncrumbling cruller; sweet cakes and\\nshort cakes, ginger cakes and honey\\ncakes, and the whole family of cakes.\\nAnd then there were apple pies, and\\npeach pies, and pumpkin pies besides\\nslices of ham and smoked beef; and,\\nmoreover, delectable dishes of preserved\\nplums, and peaches, and pears, and\\nquinces not to mention broiled shad\\nand roasted chickens together with\\nbowls of milk and cream, all mingled\\nhiggledy-piggledy, pretty much as I\\nhave enumerated them, with the\\nmotherly teapot sending up its clouds\\nof vapour from the midst Heaven\\nbless the mark I want breath and\\ntime to discuss this banquet as it\\n115", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0127.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "The Legend of\\ndeserves, and am too eager to get on\\nwith my story. Happily, Ichabod\\nCrane was not in so great a hurry as\\nhis historian, but did ample justice to\\nevery dainty.\\nHe was a kind and thankful toad\\nwhose heart dilated in proportion as\\nhis skin was filled with good cheer;\\nand whose spirit rose with eating, as\\nsome men s do with drink. He could\\nnot help, too, rolling his large eyes\\nround him as he ate, and chuckling\\nv/ith the possibility that he might one\\nday be lord of all this scene of almost\\nunimaginable luxury and splendour.\\nThen, he thought, how soon he d turn\\nhis back upon the old schoolhouse;\\nsnap his fingers in the face of Hans\\nVan Ripper, and every other niggardly\\npatron and kick any itinerant peda-\\nii6", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0128.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollow f#\\ngogue out-of-doors that should dare to\\ncall him comrade\\nOld Baltus Van Tassel moved about\\namong his guests with a face dilated\\nwith content and good-humour, round\\nand jolly as the harvest moon. His\\nhospitable attentions were brief, but\\nexpressive, being confined to a shake\\nof the hand, a slap on the shoulder, a\\nloud laugh, and a pressing invitation to\\nfall to, and help themselves.\\nAnd now the sound of the music\\nfrom the common room or hall sum-\\nmoned to the dance. The musician\\nwas an old gray-headed negro, who\\nhad been the itinerant orchestra of\\nthe neighbourhood for more than half\\na century. His instrument was as\\nold and battered as himself. The\\ngreater part of the time he scraped\\n117", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0129.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "The Legend of\\naway on two or three strings, accom-\\npanying every movement of the bow\\nwith a motion of the head bowing\\nalmost to the ground, and stamping\\nwith his foot whenever a fresh couple\\nwere to start,\\nIchabod prided himself upon his\\ndancing as much as upon his vocal\\npowers. Not a limb, not a fibre about\\nhim was idle, and to have seen his\\nloosely hung frame in full motion, and\\nclattering about the room, you would\\nhave thought St. Vitus himself, that\\nblessed patron of the dance, was figur-\\ning before you in person. He was\\nthe admiration of all the negroes who,\\nhaving gathered, of all ages and sizes,\\nfrom the farm and the neighbourhood,\\nstood forming a pyramid of shining\\nblack faces at every door and window,\\nii8", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0130.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollow\\ngazing with delight at the scene rolling\\ntheir white eyeballs, and showing grin-\\nning rows of ivory from ear to ear.\\nHow could the flogger of urchins be\\notherwise than animated and joyous\\nthe lady of his heart was his partner\\nin the dance, and smiled graciously in\\nreply to all his amorous oglings while\\nBrom Bones, sorely smitten with love\\nand jealousy, sat brooding by himself\\nin one corner.\\nWhen the dance was at an end,\\nIchabod was attracted to a knot of the\\nsager folks, who, with old Van Tassel,\\nsat smoking at one end of the piazza,\\ngossiping over former times, and drawl-\\ning out long stories about the war.\\nThis neighbourhood, at the time of\\nwhich I am speaking, was one of those\\nhighly favoured places which abound\\n119", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0131.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "The Legend of\\nwith chronicle and great men. The\\nBritish and American line had run near\\nit during the war; it had, therefore,\\nbeen the scene of marauding, and in-\\nfested with refugees, cowboys, and all\\nkinds of border chivalry. Just suffi-\\ncient time had elapsed to enable each\\nstory-teller to dress up his tale with\\na little becoming fiction, and, in the\\nindistinctness of his recollection, to\\nmake himself the hero of every ex-\\nploit.\\nThere was the story of DofFue\\nMartling, a large blue-bearded Dutch-\\nman, who had nearly taken a British\\nfrigate with an old iron nine -pounder\\nfrom a mud breastwork, only that his\\ngun burst at the sixth discharge. And\\nthere was an old gentleman, who shall\\nbe nameless, being too rich a mynheer\\n1 20", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0132.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollow\\nSN\\nto be lightly mentioned, who, in the\\nbattle of Whiteplains, being an excel-\\nlent master of defence, parried a musket\\nball with a small sword insomuch that\\nhe absolutely felt it whiz round the\\nblade, and glance off at the hilt in\\nproof of which, he was ready at any\\ntime to show the sword with the hilt\\na little bent. There were several more\\nwho had been equally great in the\\nfield, not one of whom but was per-\\nsuaded that he had a considerable\\nhand in bringing the war to a happy\\ntermination.\\nBut all these were nothing to the\\ntales of ghosts and apparitions that\\nsucceeded. The neighbourhood is rich\\nin legendary treasures of the kind.\\nLocal tales and superstitions thrive\\nbest in these sheltered long-settled\\n121", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0133.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "The Legend of\\nretreats but are trampled under foot\\nby the shifting throng that forms the\\npopulation of most of our country\\nplaces. Besides, there is no encourage-\\nment for ghosts in most of our villages,\\nfor they scarce have had time to take\\ntheir first nap, and turn themselves in\\ntheir graves, before their surviving\\nfriends have travelled away from the\\nneighbourhood so that when they turn\\nout at night to walk the rounds, they\\nhave no acquaintance left to call upon.\\nThis is perhaps the reason why we so\\nseldom hear of ghosts except in our\\nlong-established Dutch communities.\\nThe immediate cause, however, of\\nthe prevalence of supernatural stories\\nin these parts, was doubtless owing\\nto the vicinity of Sleepy Hollow.\\nThere was a contagion in the very\\n122", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0134.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollow\\nair that blew from that haunted region\\nit breathed forth an atmosphere of\\ndreams and fancies infecting all the\\nland. Several of the Sleepy Hollow\\npeople were present at Van Tassel s,\\nand, as usual, were doling out their\\nwild and wonderful legends. Many\\ndismal tales were told about funeral\\ntrains, and mournful cries and wailings\\nheard and seen about the great tree\\nwhere the unfortunate Major Andre\\nwas taken, and which stood in the\\nneighbourhood. Some mention was\\nmade also of the woman in white,\\nthat haunted the dark glen at Raven\\nRock, and was often heard to shriek\\non winter nights before a storm, hav-\\ning perished there in the snow. The\\nchief part of the stories, however,\\nturned upon the favourite spectre of\\n123", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0135.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "The Legend of\\nSleepy Hollow, the headless horseman,\\nwho had been heard several times of\\nlate, patrolling the country and, it\\nwas said, tethered his horse nightly\\namong the graves in the churchyard.\\nThe sequestered situation of this\\nchurch seems always to have made\\nit a favourite haunt of troubled spirits.\\nIt stands on a knoll, surrounded by\\nlocust-trees and lofty elms, from among\\nwhich its decent, whitewashed walls\\nshine modestly forth, like Christian\\npurity, beaming through the shades of\\nretirement. A gentle slope descends\\nfrom it to a silver sheet of water,\\nbordered by high trees, between which\\npeeps may be caught at the blue hills\\nof the Hudson. To look upon its grass-\\ngrown yard, where the sunbeams seem\\nto sleep so quietly, one would think\\n124", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0136.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollow\\nthat there at least the dead might rest\\nin peace. On one side of the church\\nextends a wide woody dell, along which\\nraves a large brook among broken rocks\\nand trunks of fallen trees. Over a\\ndeep black, part of the stream, not far\\nfrom the church, was formerly thrown\\na wooden bridge the road that led to\\nit, and the bridge itself, were thickly\\nshaded by overhanging trees, which\\ncast a gloom about it even in the day-\\ntime, but occasioned a fearful darkness\\nat night. Such was one of the favourite\\nhaunts of the headless horseman, and\\nthe place where he was most fre-\\nquently encountered. The tale was\\ntold of old Brouwer, a most hereti-\\ncal disbeliever in ghosts, how he met\\nthe horseman returning from his\\nforay in Sleepy Hollow, and was\\n125", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0137.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "The Legend of\\nobliged to get up behind him how\\nthey galloped over bush and brake,\\nover hill and swamp, until they reached\\nthe bridge when the horseman sud-\\ndenly turned into a skeleton, threw\\nold Brouwer into the brook, and sprang\\naway over the tree-tops with a clap of\\nthunder.\\nThis story was immediately matched\\nby a thrice marvellous adventure of\\nBrom Bones, who made light of the\\nGalloping Hessian as an arrant jockey.\\nHe affirmed, that on returning one\\nnight from the neighbouring village of\\nSing-Sing, h^ had been overtaken by\\nthis midnight trooper that he had of-\\nfered to race with him for a bowl of\\npunch, and should have won it, too,\\nfor Daredevil beat the goblin horse all\\nhollow, but just as they came to the\\n126", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0138.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollow\\nchurch bridge, the Hessian bolted, and\\nvanished in a flash of fire.\\nAll these tales, told in that drowsy\\nundertone with which men talk in the\\ndark, the countenances of the listeners\\nonly now and then receiving a casual\\ngleam from the glare of a pipe, sunk\\ndeep in the mind of Ichabod. He\\nrepaid them in kind with large ex-\\ntracts from his invaluable author. Cot-\\nton Mather, and added many marvel-\\nlous events that had taken place in his\\nnative State of Connecticut, and fearful\\nsights which he had seen in his nightly\\nwalks about Sleepy Hollow.\\nThe revel now gradually broke up.\\nThe old farmers gathered together\\ntheir families in their waggons, and\\nwere heard for some time rattling\\nalong the hollow roads, and over the\\n127", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0139.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "The Legend of\\ndistant hills. Some of the damsels\\nmounted on pillions behind their fa-\\nvourite swains, and their light-hearted\\nlaughter, mingling with the clatter of\\nhoofs, echoed along the silent wood-\\nlands, sounding fainter and fainter\\nuntil they gradually died away and\\nthe late scene of noise and frolic was\\nall silent and deserted. Ichabod only\\nlingered behind, according to the cus-\\ntom of country lovers, to have a tete-a\\ntete with the heiress fully convinced\\nthat he was now on the high road to\\nsuccess. What passed at this inter-\\nview I will not pretend to say, for in\\nfact I do not know. Something, how-\\never, I fear me, must have gone wrong,\\nfor he certainly sallied forth, after no\\nvery great interval, with an air quite\\ndesolate and chopfallen Oh, these\\n128", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0140.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollow\\nwomen these women Could that\\ngirl have been playing off any of her\\ncoquettish tricks Was her encour-\\nagement of the poor pedagogue all a\\nmere sham, to secure a conquest of his\\nrival Heaven only knows, not I\\nLet it suffice to say, Ichabod stole\\nforth with the air of one who had been\\nsacking a hen-roost, rather than a fair\\nlady s heart. Without looking to the\\nright or left to notice the scene of\\nrural wealth, on which he had so often\\ngloated, he went straight to the stable,\\nand with several hearty cuffs and kicks,\\nroused his steed most uncourteously\\nfrom the comfortable quarters in which\\nhe was soundly sleeping, dreaming of\\nmountains of corn and oats, and whole\\nvalleys of timothy and clover.\\nIt was the very witching time of\\n129", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0141.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "The Legend of\\nnight that Ichabod, heavy-hearted and\\ncrestfallen, pursued his travel home-\\nwards along the sides of the lofty hills\\nwhich rise above Tarry Town, and\\nwhich he had traversed so cheerily in\\nthe afternoon. The hour was as dismal\\nas himself. Far below him the Tap-\\npaan Zee spread its dusky and indis-\\ntinct waste of waters, with here and\\nthere the tall mast of a sloop, riding\\nquietly at anchor under the land. In\\nthe dead hush of midnight, he could\\neven hear the barking of the watch-dog\\nfrom the opposite shore of the Hud-\\nson but it was so vague and faint as\\nonly to give an idea of his distance\\nfrom this faithful companion of man.\\nNow and then, too, the long-drawn\\ncrowing of a cock, accidentally awak-\\nened, would sound far, far off, from\\n130", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0142.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollow\\nsome farmhouse away among the hills\\nbut it was like a dreaming sound in\\nhis ear. No signs of life occurred near\\nhim, but occasionally the melancholy\\nchirp of a cricket, or perhaps the\\nguttural twang of a bullfrog from a\\nneighbouring marsh, as if sleeping un-\\ncomfortably, and turning suddenly in\\nhis bed.\\nAll the stories of ghosts and goblins\\nthat he had heard in the afternoon now\\ncame crowding upon his recollection.\\nThe night grew darker and darker; the\\nstars seemed to sink deeper in the sky,\\nand driving clouds occasionally hid\\nthem from his sight. He had never\\nfelt so lonely and dismal. He was,\\nmoreover, approaching the very place\\nwhere many of the scenes of the ghost\\nstories had been laid. In the centre\\n131", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0143.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "The Legend of\\nof the road stood an enormous tulip-\\ntree, which towered Hke a giant above\\nall the other trees of the neighbour-\\nhood, and formed a kind of landmark.\\nIts limbs were gnarled and fantastic,\\nlarge enough to form trunks for ordi-\\nnary trees, twisting down almost to the\\nearth, and rising again into the air.\\nIt was connected with the tragical\\nstory of the unfortunate Andre, who\\nhad been taken prisoner hard by and\\nwas universally known by the name of\\nMajor Andre s tree. The common\\npeople regarded it with a mixture of\\nrespect and superstition, partly out\\nof sympathy for the fate of its ill-starred\\nnamesake, and partly from the tales of\\nstrange sights and doleful lamentations\\ntold concerning it.\\nAs Ichabod approached this fearful\\n132", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0144.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollow\\ntree, he began to whistle he thought\\nhis whistle was answered it was but a\\nblast sweeping sharply through the dry\\nbranches. As he approached a little\\nnearer, he thought he saw something\\nwhite, hanging in the midst of the tree\\nhe paused and ceased whistling but on\\nlooking more narrowly, perceived that\\nit was a place where the tree had been\\nscathed by lightning, and the white\\nwood laid bare. Suddenly he heard a\\ngroan his teeth chattered, and his\\nknees smote against the saddle it was\\nbut the rubbing of one huge bough\\nupon another, as they were swayed\\nabout by the breeze. He passed the\\ntree in safety, but new perils lay before\\nhim.\\nAbout two hundred yards from the\\ntree a small brook crossed the road,\\n^3Z", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0145.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "The Legend of\\nand ran into a marshy and thickly\\nwooded glen, known by the name of\\nWiley s Swamp. A few rough logs,\\nlaid side by side, served for a bridge\\nover this stream. On that side of the\\nroad where the brook entered the wood,\\na group of oaks and chestnuts, matted\\nthick with wild grape-vines, threw a\\ncavernous gloom over it. To pass\\nthis bridge was the severest trial. It\\nwas at this identical spot that the\\nunfortunate Andre was captured, and\\nunder the covert of those chestnuts\\nand vines were the sturdy yeomen\\nconcealed who surprised him. This\\nhas ever since been considered a\\nhaunted stream, and fearful are the\\nfeelings of the schoolboy who has to\\npass it alone after dark.\\nAs he approached the stream, his\\n134", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0146.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollow\\nheart began to thump; he summoned\\nup, however, all his resolution, gave\\nhis horse half a score of kicks in the\\nribs, and attempted to dash briskly\\nacross the bridge but instead of start-\\ning forward, the perverse old animal\\nmade a lateral movement, and ran\\nbroadside against the fence. Icha-\\nbod, whose fears increased with the\\ndelay, jerked the reins on the other\\nside, and kicked lustily with the con-\\ntrary foot y it was all in vain his steed\\nstarted, it is true, but it was only to\\nplunge to the opposite side of the road\\ninto a thicket of brambles and elder-\\nbushes. The schoolmaster now be-\\nstowed both whip and heel upon the\\nstarveling ribs of old Gunpowder, who\\ndashed forward, snuffling and snorting,\\nbut came to a stand just by the bridge\\n135", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0147.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "The Legend of\\nwith a suddenness that had nearly sent\\nhis rider sprawHng over his head. Just\\nat this moment a plashy tramp by the\\nside of the bridge caught the sensitive\\near of Ichabod. In the dark shadow\\nof the grove, on the margin of the\\nbrook, he beheld something huge, mis-\\nshapen, black and towering. It stirred\\nnot, but seemed gathered up in the\\ngloom, like some gigantic monster\\nready to spring upon the traveller.\\nThe hair of the affrighted pedagogue\\nrose upon his head with terror. What\\nwas to be done To turn and fly was\\nnow too late and besides, what chance\\nwas there of escaping ghost or goblin, if\\nsuch it was, which could ride upon the\\nwings of the wind Summoning up,\\ntherefore, a show of courage, he\\ndemanded in stammering accents\\n136", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0148.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollow\\nWho are you He received no\\nreply. He repeated his demand in a\\nstill more agitated voice. Still there\\nwas no answer. Once more he\\ncudgelled the sides of the inflexible\\nGunpowder, and shutting his eyes,\\nbroke forth with an involuntary fer-\\nvour into a psalm-tune. Just then\\nthe shadowy object of alarm put itself\\nin motion, and with a scramble and\\na bound, stood at once in the mid-\\ndle of the road. Though the night\\nwas dark and dismal, yet the form\\nof the unknown might now in some\\ndegree be ascertained. He appeared\\nto be a horseman of large dimen-\\nsions, and mounted on a black horse\\nof powerful frame. He made no\\nofFer of molestation or sociability, but\\nkept aloof on one side of the road,\\n137", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0149.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "The Legend of\\njogging along on the Wind side of old\\nGunpowder, who had now got over his\\nfright and waywardness.\\nIchabod, who had no relish for this\\nstrange midnight companion, and be-\\nthought himself of the adventure of\\nBrom Bones with the Galloping Hes-\\nsian, now quickened his steed, in hopes\\nof leaving him behind. The stranger,\\nhowever, quickened his horse to an\\nequal pace. Ichabod pulled up, and\\nfell into a walk, thinking to lag be-\\nhind the other did the same. His\\nheart began to sink within him he\\nendeavoured to resume his psalm-tune,\\nbut his parched tongue clove to the\\nroof of his mouth, and he could not\\nutter a stave. There was something\\nin the moody and dogged silence of\\nthis pertinacious companion that was\\n138", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0150.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollow\\nmysterious and appalling. It was soon\\nfearfully accounted for. On mounting\\na rising ground, which brought the\\nfigure of his fellow traveller in relief\\nagainst the sky, gigantic in height, and\\nmuffled in a cloak, Ichabod was hor-\\nror-struck on perceiving that he was\\nheadless but his horror was still\\nmore increased, on observing that the\\nhead, which should have rested on his\\nshoulders, was carried before him on\\nthe pommel of the saddle. His terror\\nrose to desperation he rained a shower\\nof kicks and blows upon Gunpowder,\\nhoping, by a sudden movement, to give\\nhis companion the slip but the\\nspectre started full jump with him.\\nAway then they dashed, through thick\\nand thin; stones flying and sparks\\nflashing at every bound. Ichabod s\\n139", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0151.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "The Legend of\\nflimsy garments fluttered in the air, as\\nhe stretched his long lank body away\\nover his horse s head, in the eagerness\\nof his flight.\\nThey had now reached the road\\nwhich turns off to Sleepy Hollow but\\nGunpowder, who seemed possessed\\nwith a demon, instead of keeping up\\nit, made an opposite turn, and plunged\\nheadlong down hill to the left. This\\nroad leads through a sandy hollow\\nshaded by trees for about a quarter of\\na mile, where it crosses the bridge\\nfamous in goblin story, and just beyond\\nswells the green knoll on which stands\\nthe whitewashed church.\\nAs yet the panic of the steed had\\ngiven his unskilful rider an apparent\\nadvantage in the chase; but just as he\\nhad got half-way through the hollow,\\n140", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0152.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollow\\nthe girths of the saddle gave way, and\\nhe felt It slipping from under him.\\nHe seized it by the pommel, and\\nendeavoured to hold it firm, but in\\nvain and had just time to save him-\\nself by clasping old Gunpowder round\\nthe neck, when the saddle fell to the\\nearth, and he heard it trampled under\\nfoot by his pursuer. For a moment\\nthe terror of Hans Van Ripper s wrath\\npassed across his mind for it was his\\nSunday saddle; but this was no time\\nfor petty fears the goblin was hard on\\nhis haunches j and (unskilful rider that\\nhe was he had much ado to maintain\\nhis seat sometimes slipping on one side,\\nsometimes on the other, and sometimes\\njolted on the high ridge of his horse s\\nbackbone, with a violence that he verily\\nfeared would cleave him asunder.\\n141", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0153.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "VkJ\u00c2\u00bb\\nThe Legend of\\nAn opening in the trees now cheered\\nhim with the hopes that the church\\nbridge was at hand. The wavering\\nreflection of a silver star in the bosom\\nof the brook told him that he was not\\nmistaken. He saw the walls of the\\nchurch dimly glaring under the trees\\nbeyond. He recollected the place\\nwhere Brom Bones s ghostly competitor\\nhad disappeared. If I can but reach\\nthat bridge, thought Ichabod, I am\\nsafe. Just then he heard the black steed\\npanting and blowing close behind him\\nhe even fancied that he felt his hot\\nbreath. Another convulsive kick in\\nthe ribs, and old Gunpowder sprung\\nupon the bridge j he thundered over\\nthe resounding planks he gained the\\nopposite side and now Ichabod cast a\\nlook behind to see if his pursuer shoulcj\\n142", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0154.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollow\\nvanish, according to rule, in a flash of\\nfire and brimstone. Just then he saw\\nthe goblin rising in his stirrups, and in\\nthe very act of hurling his head at him.\\nIchabod endeavoured to dodge the hor-\\nrible missile, but too late. It encoun-\\ntered his cranium with a tremendous\\ncrash he was tumbled headlong into\\nthe dust, and Gunpowder, the black\\nsteed, and the goblin rider, passed by\\nlike a whirlwind.\\nThe next morning the old horse was\\nfound without his saddle, and with the\\nbridle under his feet, soberly cropping\\nthe grass at his master s gate. Ichabod\\ndid not make his appearance at break-\\nfast dinner-hour came, but no Icha-\\nbod. The boys assembled at the school-\\nhouse, and strolled idly about the banks\\nof the brook j but no schoolmaster.\\n143", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0155.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "The Legend of\\nHans Van Ripper now began to feel\\nsome uneasiness about the fate of poor\\nIchabod, and his saddle. An inquiry\\nwas set on foot, and after diligent\\ninvestigation they came upon his\\ntraces. In one part of the road lead-\\ning to the church was found the saddle\\ntrampled in the dirt the tracks of\\nhorses hoofs deeply dented in the\\nroad, and evidently at furious speed,\\nwere traced to the bridge, beyond\\nwhich, on the bank of a broad part of\\nthe brook, where the water lay deep\\nand black, was found the hat of the\\nunfortunate Ichabod, and close beside\\nit a shattered pumpkin.\\nThe brook was searched, but the\\nbody of the schoolmaster was not to\\nbe discovered. Hans Van Ripper, as\\nexecutor of his estate, examined the\\n144", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0156.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollow\\nbundle which contained all his worldly\\neffects. They consisted of two shirts\\nand a half; two stocks for the neck a\\npair or two of worsted stockings an\\nold pair of corduroy small-clothes a\\nrusty razor; a book of psalm-tunes,\\nfull of dog s-ears and a broken pitch-\\npipe. As to the books and furniture of\\nthe schoolhouse, they belonged to the\\ncommunity, excepting Cotton Mather s\\nHistory of Witchcraft, a New England\\nAlmanack, and a book of dreams and\\nfortune-telling; in which last was a\\nsheet of foolscap much scribbled and\\nblotted in several fruitless attempts to\\nmake a copy of verses in honour of\\nthe heiress of Van Tassel. These\\nmagic books and the poetic scrawl\\nwere forthwith consigned to the flames\\nby Hans Van Ripper; who from that\\n145", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0157.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "The Legend of\\ntime forward determined to send his\\nchildren no more to school, observing,\\nthat he never knew any good come of\\nthis same reading and writing. What-\\never money the schoolmaster possessed,\\nand he had received his quarter s pay\\nbut a day or two before, he must have\\nhad about his person at the time of his\\ndisappearance.\\nThe mysterious event caused much\\nspeculation at the church on the fol-\\nlowing Sunday. Knots of gazers and\\ngossips were collected in the church-\\nyard, at the bridge, and at the spot\\nwhere the hat and pumpkin had been\\nfound. The stories of Brouwer, of\\nBones, and a whole budget of others,\\nwere called to mind and when they\\nhad diligently considered them all, and\\ncompared them with the symptoms of\\n146", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0158.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollow\\nthe present case, they shook their\\nheads, and came to the conclusion\\nthat Ichabod had been carried off by\\nthe Galloping Hessian. As he was a\\nbachelor, and in nobody s debt, no-\\nbody troubled his head any more about\\nhim the school was removed to a\\ndifferent quarter of the Hollow, and\\nanother pedagogue reigned in his stead.\\nIt is true, an old farmer, who had\\nbeen down to New York on a visit\\nseveral years after, and from whom\\nthis account of the ghostly adventure\\nwas received, brought home the in-\\ntelligence that Ichabod Crane was still\\nalive that he had left the neighbour-\\nhood partly through fear of the goblin\\nand Hans Van Ripper, and partly in\\nmortification at having been suddenly\\ndismissed by the heiress; that he had\\n147", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0159.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "The Legend of\\nchanged his quarters to a distant part\\nof the country had kept school and\\nstudied law at the same time had been\\nadmitted to the bar, turned politician,\\nelectioneered, written for the news-\\npapers, and finally had been made a\\njustice of the Ten Pound Court. Brom\\nBones, too, who, shortly after his\\nrival s disappearance, conducted the\\nblooming Katrina in triumph to the\\naltar, was observed to look exceed-\\ningly knowing whenever the story of\\nIchabod was related, and always burst\\ninto a hearty laugh at the mention of\\nthe pumpkin which led some to sus-\\npect that he knew more about the\\nmatter than he chose to tell.\\nThe old country wives, however,\\nwho are the best judges of these\\nmatters, maintain to this day, that\\n148", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0160.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollow\\nIchabod was spirited away by super-\\nnatural means and it is a favourite\\nstory often told about the neighbour-\\nhood round the winter evening fire.\\nThe bridge became more than ever\\nan object of superstitious awe, and\\nthat may be the reason why the road\\nhas been altered of late years, so as\\nto approach the church by the border\\nof the mill-pond. The schoolhouse be-\\ning deserted, soon fell to decay, and\\nwas reported to be haunted by the\\nghost of the unfortunate pedagogue\\nand the plough-boy, loitering home-\\nward of a still summer evening, has\\noften fancied his voice at a distance,\\nchanting a melancholy psalm-tune\\namong the tranquil solitudes of Sleepy\\nHollow.\\n149", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0161.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "g The Legend of\\nPOSTSCRIPT\\nFOUND IN THE HANDWRITING OF\\nMR. KNICKERBOCKER\\nThe preceding Tale is given, almost in\\nthe precise words in which I heard it related\\nat a Corporation meeting of the ancient city\\nof the Manhattoes/ at which were present\\nmany of its sagest and most illustrious burgh-\\ners. The narrator was a pleasant, shabby,\\ngentlemanly old fellow, in pepper and salt\\nclothes, with a sadly humourous face and\\none whom I strongly suspected of being\\npoor he made such efforts to be enter-\\ntaining. When his story was concluded,\\nthere was much laughter and approbation,\\nparticularly from two or three deputy alder-\\nmen, who had been asleep the greater part\\n^New York.\\n150", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0162.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollow\\nof the time. There was, however, one tall,\\ndry-looking old gentleman, with beetling\\neyebrows, who maintained a grave and\\nrather severe face throughout now and\\nthen folding his arms, inclining his head,\\nand looking down upon the floor, as if turn-\\ning a doubt over in his mind. He was one\\nof your wary men, who never laugh but\\nupon good grounds when they have\\nreason and the law on their side. When\\nthe mirth of the rest of the company had\\nsubsided, and silence was restored, he leaned\\none arm on the elbow of his chair, and stick-\\ning the other a-kimbo, demanded, with a\\nslight, but exceedingly sage motion of the\\nhead, and contraction of the brow, what\\nwas the moral of the story, and what it\\nwent to prove.\\nThe story-teller, who was just putting a\\nglass of wine to his lips, as a refreshment\\nafter his toils, paused for a moment, looked\\nat his inquirer with an air of infinite defer-\\n151", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0163.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "VkJ\\nThe Legend of\\nence, and lowering the glass slowly to the\\ntable, observed, that the story was intended\\nmost logically to prove\\nThat there is no situation in life but has\\nits advantages and pleasures provided we\\nwill but take a joke as we find it\\nThat, therefore, he that runs races with\\ngoblin troopers, is likely to have rough riding\\nof it\\nErgOy for a country schoolmaster to be\\nrefused the hand of a Dutch heiress, is a\\ncertain step to high preferment in the state.\\nThe cautious old gentleman knit his brows\\ntenfold closer after this explanation, being\\nsorely puzzled by the ratification of the\\nsyllogism while methought the one in\\npepper and salt eyed him with something\\nof a triumphant leer. At length, he observed,\\nthat all this was very well, but still he\\nthought the story a little on the extravagant\\nthere were one or two points on which\\nhe had his doubts,\\n152", "height": "3281", "width": "2069", "jp2-path": "ripvanwinkleslee00irvi_0164.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "Sleepy Hollow\\nFaith, sir, replied the story-teller,\\nas to that matter, I don t believe one-half\\nof it myself.\\nD. 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