{"1": {"fulltext": "Str-- ftl g^^r-^iV g ^Pg 0^g=\u00c2\u00bbi8[\u00c2\u00abpOP =aOP\\n^i smimsm^^^^m^:^\\nPS 2072 g HOME AND SCHOOL CLASSICS I\\n.06\\n1901\\nCopy 1\\nDOLPH HEYUGER\\nBy WASHINGTON IRVING-\\nEdited by GEORGE \u00c2\u00a5L BROWNE\\ntLLUSTRATED\\na noa\\nmttmmaJmmmm\\nD.C. HEATH C0.,PUBL1SHER$\\nbostonVu. S.A.\\nI I", "height": "2886", "width": "1809", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "Class JT SJIO:!!.\\nBook X^__:\\nGopyiightN^\\n1%6X\\nCOPYRIGHT DEPOSIT.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "Tappan zee and Sleepy Hollow Church.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "DOLPH HEYLIGER\\nA STORY FROM\\nBRACEBRIDGE HALL\\nBY\\nWASHINGTON IRVING\\nEDITED BY GEORGE H. BROWNE, A.M.\\nTHE BKOWNE AND NICHOLS SCHOOL, CAMBRIDGE, MASS.\\nWITH FORTY-TWO ILLUSTRATIONS AND MA^3\\nBOSTON, U.S.A.\\nD. C. HEATH CO., PUBLISHERS\\n1901", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "THE LIBRARY OF\\nCONGRESS,\\nTwo Copies Received\\nAPR. 29 1901\\nCopyright entry\\nCLASS cXXXc. N\u00c2\u00ab.\\nCOPY B.\\nCopyright, 1901,\\nBy D. C. Heath Co.\\nJf limpton i@vfss\\nH. M. PLIMPTON i CO., PRINTERS BINDERS,\\nNORWOOD, MASS., U.S.A.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "PREFACE.\\nDoLPH Heyliger is one of the stories contained in the volume\\nentitled Bracebridge Hall or The Humorists, a medley by\\nGeoffrey Crayon, Gentleman, which Washington Irving published\\nin 1822. It consists of a series of brief papers descriptive of\\nEnglish country life and character as he himself saw, knew, and\\nloved it, intermingled with stories that are supposed to be told by\\nthe visitors at the Hall, which is a typical old English homestead,\\nor by members of the family living there the whole volume\\nreminding us very much of the Roger de Coverley Papers in the\\nSpectator, which were written one hundred and ten years before.\\nDolph Heyliger is one of the stories which the author describes\\nhimself as telling to the assembled family and their guests. It\\nbelongs to the group of legendary tales of the Dutch settlers in\\nNew York State, with which Irving s name will be forever asso-\\nciated. It contains some of Irving s best writing, and supplies\\nadmirable models for imitation by students of narrative and\\ndescription.\\nAlthough Washington Irving had a tendency in his youth to a\\nfatal disease, he lived beyond the. allotted span of three score\\nyears and ten, for he was born in 1783 and died in 1859, thus\\nillustrating the old saying that creaking doors last longest on\\ntheir hinges.\\nHe was never married, but remained faithful to the love of his\\nyouth, a beautiful girl, who was taken from him by death. He\\nwas full of chivalry and dehcacy in his attitude toward the other\\nsex, and he often refers to them in his writings in language of\\ncommiserative tenderness, mingled sometimes with a tendency to\\nbanter their weaknesses good-humoredly.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "vi Preface.\\nHe was born and brought up in New York State, and knew the\\nRiver Hudson, its history and legend, better than any one who\\nhas ever written of it. His ill health interfered with his early\\nstudies, but travel and residence of many years abroad gave him\\nwhat mere book learning could never have offered. When he was\\ntwenty-one he travelled in Europe for two years, and returning\\nbecame a lawyer but as briefs did not come trooping gaily,\\nhe soon after began his Uterary career by publishing the Salma-\\ngundi, in conjunction with his brother William and J. K. Pauld-\\ning. His first real hterary work, however, and the one by which\\nhe is best known, is a History of New York by Diedrich Knick-\\nerbocker, published in 1809, of which it has been said that\\nthough but a burlesque, it is as real to every American as The\\nPilgrim s Progress. Several extracts have been used in the\\nappendix as illustrative material and specimens of Irving s humor.\\nIn the midst of his career, reverses in business compelled him\\nto devote his attention seriously to literature as a means of gaining\\nhis livelihood and for many years he supported himself, two of\\nhis brothers, and five of his nieces by the proceeds of his pen.\\nThe Sketch Book was the next work by Irving which capti-\\nvated the public fancy, and it was as enthusiastically received in\\nEngland as in America. A residence in Spain for six years fur-\\nnished him with the material for those more serious works, in\\nwhich he first revealed to the English-speaking peoples the rich\\nstores of Spanish history and romance. His work in this field not\\nunnaturally led him to collect materials for a history of the Con-\\nquest of Mexico but, on discovering that Prescott had already a\\nsimilar work in hand, Irving generously relinquished his project in\\nfavor of that other famous historian.\\nDuring his long residences abroad, Washington Irving was\\nUnited States Minister to the courts both of England and of\\nSpain. When he finally settled in his native country, he remod-\\nelled an old Dutch house in Tarrytown, near the scene of the\\nlegend of Sleepy Hollow, which was known for long years after as\\nSunnyside. There he died. The house still exists, and is care-", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "Preface. vii\\nfully preserved as a shrine to which thousands of his countrymen\\nannually wend their way.\\nThe business with which Irving was connected was closely\\nassociated with England. No writer has done more to promote\\nintimate and brotherly relations between the two countries than\\nhas Washington Irving. He was the first successful American\\nauthor that ever visited its shores, and the appeal to the English\\nand American people with which he concludes Bracebridge\\nHall may well find a place here.\\nWith respect to England, he says, we have a warm feeling\\nof the heart, the glow of consanguinity that still lingers in our\\nblood. Interest apart past differences forgotten we extend\\nthe hand of old relationship. We merely ask, do not estrange us\\nfrom you do not destroy the ancient tie of blood do not let\\nscoffers and slanderers drive a kindred nation from your side we\\nwould fain be friends do not compel us to be enemies.\\nThere needs no better rallying ground for international amity\\nthan that furnished by an eminent English writer. There is,\\nsays he, a sacred bond between us of blood and of language,\\nwhich no circumstances can break. Our literature must always\\nbe theirs and though their laws are no longer the same as ours,\\nwe have the same Bible, and we address our common Father in\\nthe same prayer. Nations are too ready to admit that they have\\nnatural enemies why should they be less willing to believe that\\nthey have natural friends\\nThe text of this edition has been taken from the best edition\\nand some of the notes, by other hands, have been carefully revised\\nby the editor, whose aim in the elucidation for young readers has\\nbeen to make Irving his own commentator,\\nGEORGE H. BROWNE.\\nCambridge, Mass.,\\nOctober, 1900.\\nFrom an article (said to be by Robert Southey, Esq.) published in the\\nQuarterly Review.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\nPAGE\\nPreface v\\nDoLPH Heyliger I\\nThe Storm Ship 56\\nNotes 97\\nLIST OF MAPS AND ILLUSTRATIONS.\\nTappan Zee and Sleepy Hollow Church Frontispiece\\nPAGE\\nMap of Greater New York x\\nEarly Dutch Costumes i\\nGarden-street, New York 3\\nDame Heyliger s Window 4\\nThe Little Lutheran Church 5\\nA Bowerie 15\\nSpectre of the Brocken 19\\nJacob Leister s House 22\\nAn Old Harpsichord 24\\nThe Old P ireplace 25\\nLittle Thick Dutch Bible .32\\nThe Sloop 36\\nPloughing her way past Yonkers 37\\nThe Sloop was soon on the Journey up the Hudson 38\\nSt. Antony s Nose 40\\nThe thunder crashed upon Dunderberg .41\\nviii", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "Maps and Illustrations. ix\\nPAGE\\nA Rock overhanging a Small Dell 47\\nMap of the Hudson River 49\\nPortrait of Henry Hudson 55\\nWouter van Twiller 56\\nMany were the groups collected about the Battery 58\\nThe Storm Ship 59\\nThe House in the Wood .61\\nThe Palisades 63\\nHaverstraw Bay 64\\nTable Mountain 65\\nThe Half-Moon at the Highlands 66\\nIt was seen about Weehawk 67\\nPollopol s Island 68\\nThe Highlands, vast and cragged 73\\nVander Heyden Mansion in Albany 76\\nVander Heyden and Dolph arrive 78\\nPeter Stuyvesant 83\\nThe Kaatskills 87\\nDutch Pleasure Wagon 96\\nLord Cornliury -97\\nWampum Belt 106\\nMap of Hudson s Voyages .107\\nA Scene at The Hague 108\\nSan Nic l as 109\\nThe publishers acknowledgments are due to Messrs. Putnams\\nfor their permission to reprint this work.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "DOLPH HEYLIGER.\\nI take the town of Concord, where I dwell,\\nAll Kilborn be my witness, if I were not\\nBegot in bashfulness, brought up in shamefacedness\\nLet un bring a dog but to my vace that can\\nZay I have beat un, and without a vault;\\nOr but a cat will swear upon a book,\\nI have as much as zet a vire her tail.\\nAnd I ll give him or her a crown for mends. Tale of a Tub.\\nEakly Dutch Costumes.\\nIn the early time of the province of New York, while it\\ngroaned under the tyranny of the EngUsh governor, Lord\\nCornbury, who carried his cruelties towards the Dutch\\ninhabitants so far as to allow no Dominie, or schoolmaster,\\nNew York Note i\\nLoi d Cornbury Note 2.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "2 Dolph Heyliger.\\nto officiate in their language, without his special license\\nabout this time, there lived in the jolly little old city of the\\nManhattoes, a kind motherly dame, known by the name\\nof Dame Heyliger. She was the widow of a Dutch sea-\\ncaptain, who died suddenly of a fever, in consequence of\\nworking too hard, and eating too heartily, at the time\\nwhen all the inhabitants turned out in a panic, to fortify\\nthe place against the invasion of a small French privateer.*\\nHe left her with very little money, and one infant son,\\nthe only survivor of several children. The good woman\\nhad need of much management, to make both ends meet,\\nand keep up a decent appearance. However, as her hus-\\nband had fallen a victim to his zeal for the public safety,\\nit was universally agreed that something ought to be\\ndone for the widow and on the hopes of this some-\\nthing she lived tolerably for some years; in the mean-\\ntime, everybody pitied and spoke well of her and that\\nhelped along.\\nShe lived in a small house, in a small street, called\\nGarden-street, very probably from a garden which may\\nhave flourished there some time or other. As her neces-\\nsities every year grew greater, and the talk of the public\\nabout doing something for her grew less, she had to\\ncast about for some mode of doing something for herself,\\nby way of helping out her slender means, and maintaining\\nher independence, of which she was somewhat tenacious.\\nLiving in a mercantile town, she had caught something\\nof the spirit, and determined to venture a little in the great\\nlottery of commerce. On a sudden, therefore, to the great\\nsurprise of the street, there appeared at her window a\\nOld city Note 3. ]\\\\Ianhaitocs a tribe of Indians which gave the name\\nto Manhattan Island,\\n1705-", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "Dolph Heyliger. 3\\ngrand array of gingerbread kings and queens, with their\\narms stuck a-kimbo, after the invariable royal manner.\\nThere were also several broken tumblers, some filled with\\nsugar-plums, some with marbles there were, moreover,\\ncakes of various kinds, and barley sugar, and Holland\\ndolls, and wooden horses, with here and there gilt-covered\\nGarden-street, New York.\\ny\\npicture-books, and now and then a skein of thread, or a\\ndangling pound of candles. At the door of the house sat\\nthe good old dame s cat, a decent demure-looking person-\\nage, who seemed to scan everybody that passed, to criticise\\ntheir dress, and now and then to stretch her neck, and look\\nout with sudden curiosity, to see what was going on at the\\nother end of the street but if by chance any idle vaga-\\nbond dog came by, and offered to be uncivil hoity-toity\\nA-kimbo hands on hips and elbows stuck out.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "4 Dolph Heyliger.\\nhow she would bristle up, and growl, and spit, and\\nstrike out her paws she was as indignant as ever was an\\nancient and ugly spinster, on the approach of some grace-\\nless profligate.\\nBut though the good woman had to come down to those\\nhumble means of subsistence, yet she still kept up a feeling\\nof family pride, being descended from the Vanderspiegels.\\nDame Heyliger s Window.\\nof Amsterdam and she had the family arms painted and\\nframed, and hung over her mantel-piece. She was, in\\ntiuth, much respected by all the poorer people of the\\nplace her house was quite a resort of the old wives of\\nthe neighborhood they would drop in there of a winter s\\nafternoon, as she sat knitting on one side of her fireplace,\\nher cat purring on the other, and the tea-kettle singing\\nbefore it; and they would gossip with her until late in", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "Dolph Heyllger. 5\\nthe evening. There was always an arm-chair for Peter de\\nGroodt, sometimes called Long Peter, and sometimes Peter\\nLonglegs, the clerk and sexton of the little Lutheran\\nchurch, who was her great crony, and indeed the oracle of\\nher fireside. Nay, the Dominie himself did not disdain,\\nnow and then, to step in, converse about the state of her\\nmind, and take a glass of her special good cherry-brandy.\\n:^^^^^^^B\\nThe Little Lutheran Church.\\nIndeed, he never failed to call on new-year s day, and wish\\nher a happy new year and the good dame, who was a\\nlittle vain on some points, always piqued herself on giving\\nhim as large a cake as any one in town.\\nI have said that she had one son. He was the child of\\nher old age; but could hardly be called the comfort for,\\nof all unlucky urchins, Dolph Heyliger was the most mis-\\nPeter de Groodt (Dutch) Peter the Great. Note 4.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "6 Dolph Heyliger.\\nchievous. Not that the whipster was really vicious he\\nwas only full of fun and frolic, and had that daring, game-\\nsome spirit, which is extolled in a rich man s child, but\\nexecrated in a poor man s. He was continually getting\\ninto scrapes his mother was incessantly harassed with\\ncomplaints of some waggish pranks which he had played\\noff bills were sent in for windows that he had broken\\nin a word, he had not reached his fourteenth year before\\nhe was pronounced, by all the neighborhood, to be a\\nwicked dog, the wickedest dog in the street Nay,\\none old gentleman, in a claret-colored coat, with a thin\\nred face, and ferret eyes, went so far as to assure Dame\\nHeyliger that her son would, one day or another, come to\\nthe gallows!\\nYet, notwithstanding all this, the poor old soul loved\\nher boy. It seemed as though she loved him the better,\\nthe worse he behaved and that he grew more in her\\nfavor, the more he grew out of favor with the world.\\nIndeed, this poor woman s child was all that was left to\\nlove her in this world so we must not think it hard\\nthat she turned a deaf ear to her good friends, who sought\\nto prove to her that Dolph would come to a halter.\\nTo do the varlet justice, too, he was strongly attached\\nto his parent. He would not willingly have given her\\npain on any account and when he had been doing wrong,\\nit was but for him to catch his poor mother s eye fixed\\nwistfully and sorrowfully upon him, to fill his heart with\\nbitterness and contrition. But he was a heedless young-\\nster, and could not, for the life of him, resist any new\\ntemptation to fun and mischief. Though quick at his\\nlearning, whenever he could be brought to apply himself\\nWhipster nimble little top-whipper or spinner, lad, urchin.\\nVarlet Note 5.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "Dolph Heyliger. 7\\nhe was always prone to be led away by idle company,\\nand would play truant to hunt after birds nests, to rob\\norchards, or to swim in the Hudson.\\nIn this way he grew up, a tall, lubberly boy and his\\nmother began to be greatly perplexed what to do with\\nhim, or how to put him in a way to do for himself for\\nhe had acquired such an unlucky reputation, that no one\\nseemed willing to employ him.\\nMany were the consultations that she held with Peter de\\nGroodt, the clerk and sexton, who was her prime council-\\nlor. Peter was as much perplexed as herself, for he had\\nno great opinion of the boy, and thought he would never\\ncome to good. He at one time advised her to send him to\\nsea a piece of advice only given in the most desperate\\ncases but Dame Heyliger would not listen to such an\\nidea she could not think of letting Dolph go out of her\\nsight. She was sitting one day knitting by her fireside, in\\ngreat perplexity, when the sexton entered with an air of\\nunusual vivacity and briskness. He had just come from a\\nfuneral. It had been that of a boy of Dolph s years, who\\nhad been apprentice to a famous German doctor, and had\\ndied of consumption. It is true, that there had been a\\nwhisper that the deceased had been brought to his end by\\nbeing made the subject of the doctor s experiments, on\\nwhich he was apt to try the effects of a new compound, or\\na quieting draught. This, however, it is likely, was a mere\\nscandal at any rate, Peter de Groodt did not think it\\nworth mentioning.\\nPeter de Groodt, as I said before, entered the house of\\nDame Heyliger with unusual alacrity. A bright idea had\\npopped into his head at the funeral, over which he had\\nchuckled as he shovelled the earth into the grave of the\\ndoctor s disciple. It had occurred to him, that, as the", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "8 Dolph Heyliger.\\nsituation of the deceased was vacant at the doctor s, it\\nwould be the very place for Dolph. The boy had parts,\\nand could pound a pestle and run an errand with any boy\\nin the town, and what more was wanted in a student\\nThe suggestion of the sage Peter was a vision of glory\\nto the mother. She already saw Dolph, in her mind s eye,\\nwith a cane at his nose, a knocker at his door, and an M.D.\\nat the end of his name one of the established dignitaries\\nof the town.\\nThe matter, once undertaken, was soon effected the\\nsexton had some influence with the doctor, they having\\nhad much dealing together in the way of their separate\\nprofessions and the very next morning he called and con-\\nducted the urchin, clad in his Sunday clothes, to undergo\\nthe inspection of Doctor Karl Lodovick Knipperhausen.\\nThey found the doctor seated in an elbow-chair, in one\\ncorner of his study, or laboratory, with a large volume, in\\nGerman print, before him. He was a short, fat man, with\\na dark, square face, rendered more dark by a black velvet\\ncap. He had a little, knobbed nose, not unlike the ace of\\nspades, with a pair of spectacles gleaming on each side of\\nhis dusky countenance, like a couple of bow-windows.\\nDolph felt struck with awe, on entering into the pres-\\nence of this learned man, and gazed about him with boy-\\nish wonder at the furniture of this chamber of knowledge,\\nwhich appeared to him almost as the den of a magician.\\nIn the centre stood a claw-footed table, with pestle and\\nmortar, phials and gallipots, and a pair of small, burnished\\nscales. At one end was a heavy clothes-press, turned into\\na receptacle for drugs and compounds against which hung\\nthe doctor s hat and cloak and gold-headed cane, and on\\nthe top grinned a human skull. Along the mantel-piece\\nKnipperhausen Note 6.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "Dolph Heyliger. 9\\nwere glass vessels, in which were snakes and lizards. A\\ncloset, the doors of which were taken off, contained three\\nwhole shelves of books, and some, too, of mighty folio\\ndimensions a collection, the like of which Dolph had\\nnever before beheld. As, however, the library did not\\ntake up the whole of the closet, the doctor s thrifty house-\\nkeeper had occupied the rest with pots of pickles and pre-\\nserves and hung about the room, among awful implements\\nof the healing art, strings of red pepper and corpulent\\ncucumbers, carefully preserved for seed.\\nPeter de Groodt and his protege were received with\\ngreat gravity and stateliness by the doctor, who was a\\nvery wise, dignified little man, and never smiled. He sur-\\nveyed Dolph from head to foot, above, and under, and\\nthrough his spectacles and the poor lad s heart quailed\\nas these great glasses glared on him like two full moons.\\nThe doctor heard all that Peter de Groodt had to say in\\nfavor of the youthful candidate and then, wetting his\\nthumb with the end of his tongue, he began deliberately\\nto turn over page after page of the great black volume\\nbefore him. At length, after many hums and haws, and\\nstrokings of the chin, and that hesitation and deliberation\\nwith which a wise man proceeds to do what he intended\\nto do from the very first, the doctor agreed to take the lad\\nas a disciple to give him bed, board, and clothing, and to\\ninstruct him in the healing art in return for which, he\\nwas to have his services vmtil his twenty-first year.\\nBehold, then, our hero, all at once transformed from an\\nunlucky urchin, running wild about the streets, to a stu-\\ndent of medicine, diligently pounding a pestle, under the\\nauspices of the learned Doctor Karl Lodovick Knipper-\\nFolio Note 7.\\nProtege (French) one who is under the protection of another.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "lo Dolph Heyliger.\\nhausen. It was a happy transition for his fond old mother.\\nShe was dehghted with the idea of her boy s being brought\\nup worthy of his ancestors and anticipated the day when\\nhe would be able to hold up his head with the lawyer, that\\nlived in the large house opposite or, peradventure, with\\nthe Dominie himself.\\nDoctor Knipperhausen was a native of the Palatinate\\nof Germany whence, in company with many of his coun-\\ntrymen, he had taken refuge in England, on account of\\nreligious persecution. He was one of nearly three thou-\\nsand Palatines, who came over from England in 1710,\\nunder the protection of Governor Hunter. Where the\\ndoctor had studied, how he had acquired his medical\\nknowledge, and where he had received his diploma, it is\\nhard at present to say, for nobody knew at the time yet\\nit is certain that his profound skill and abstruse knowledge\\nwere the talk and wonder of the common people, far and\\nnear.\\nHis practice was totally different from that of any other\\nphysician consisting in mysterious compounds, known\\nonly to himself, in the preparing and administering of\\nwhich, it was said, he always consulted the stars. So high\\nan opinion was entertained of his skill, particularly by the\\nGerman and Dutch inhabitants, that they always resorted\\nto him in desperate cases. He was one of those infallible\\ndoctors, that are always effecting sudden and surprising\\ncures, when the patient has been given up by all the regu-\\nlar physicians unless, as is shrewdly observed, the case\\nhas been left too long before it was put into their hands.\\nThe doctor s library was the talk and marvel of the neigh-\\nPalatiuate States in the old German Empire, separate but under one\\nruler, so called because governed by an officer of the Royal Palace.\\nConsulted the stars Note 8.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "Dolph Heyliger. il\\nborhood, I might almost say of the entire burgh. The\\ngood people looked with reverence at a man who had read\\nthree whole shelves full of books, and some of them, too,\\nas large as a family Bible. There were many disputes\\namong the members of the little Lutheran church, as to\\nwhich was the wiser man, the doctor or the Dominie.\\nSome of his admirers even went so far as to say that he\\nknew more than the governor himself in a word, it was\\nthought that there was no end to his knowledge\\nNo sooner was Dolph received into the doctor s family,\\nthan he was put in possession of the lodging of his prede-\\ncessor. It was a garret-room of a steep-roofed Dutch\\nhouse, where the rain pattered on the shingles, and the\\nHghtning gleamed, and the wind piped through the cran-\\nnies in stormy weather and where whole troops of hungry\\nrats, like Don Cossacks, galloped about in defiance of traps\\nand ratsbane.\\nHe was soon up to his ears in medical studies, being em-\\nployed, morning, noon, and night, in rolling pills, filtering\\ntinctures, or pounding the pestle and mortar, in one corner\\nof the laboratory while the doctor would take his seat in\\nanother corner, when he had nothing else to do, or expected\\nvisitors, and, arrayed in his morning-gown and velvet cap,\\nwould pore over the contents of some folio volume. It is\\ntrue, that the regular thumping of Dolph s pestle, or, per-\\nhaps, the drowsy buzzing of the summer flies, would now\\nand then lull the little man into a slumber but then his\\nspectacles were always wide awake, and studiously regard-\\ning the book.\\nThere was another personage in the house, however, to\\nBurgh a town or village, with separate independent rights of self-\\ngovernment.\\nDo7i Cossacks robber horsemen of Russia, who lived on the River Don.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "12 Dolph Heyliger.\\nwhom Dolph was obliged to pay allegiance. Though a\\nbachelor, and a man of such great dignity and importance,\\nthe doctor was, like many other wise men, subject to petticoat\\ngovernment. He was completely under the sway of his\\nhousekeeper a spare, busy, fretting housewife, in a little,\\nround, quilted German cap, with a huge bunch of keys\\njingling at the girdle of an exceedingly long waist. Frau\\nUse (or Frow Ilsy, as it was pronounced) had accompanied\\nhim in his various migrations from Germany to England,\\nand from England to the province; managing his estab-\\nlishment and himself too ruling him, it is true, with a\\ngentle hand, but carrying a high hand with all the world\\nbeside.\\nIndeed, Frau Ilsy s power was not confined to the doc-\\ntor s household. She was one of those prying gossips who\\nknow every one s business better than they do themselves;\\nand whose all-seeing eyes, and all-telling tongues, are ter-\\nrors throughout a neighborhood.\\nNothing of any moment transpired in the world of scan-\\ndal of this little burgh, but it was known to Frau Ilsy. She\\nhad her crew of cronies, that were perpetually hurrying to\\nher little parlor, with some precious bit of news nay, she\\nwould sometimes discuss a whole volume of secret history,\\nas she held the street-door ajar, and gossiped with one of\\nthese garrulous cronies in the very teeth of a December\\nblast.\\nBetween the doctor and the housekeeper, it may easily\\nbe supposed that Dolph had a busy life of it. As Frau\\nIlsy kept the keys, and literally ruled the roast, it was star-\\nvation to offend her, though he found the study of her tem-\\nper more perplexing even than that of medicine. When\\nnot busy in the laboratory, she kept him running hither\\nand thither on her errands and on Sundays he was obliged", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "Dolph Heyliger. 13\\nto accompany her to and from church, and carry her Bible.\\nMany a time has the poor varlet stood shivering and\\nblowing his fingers, or holding his frost-bitten nose, in the\\nchurch-yard, while Ilsy and her cronies were huddled to-\\ngether, wagging their heads, and tearing some unlucky\\ncharacter to pieces.\\nWith all. his advantages, however, Dolph made very slow\\nprogress in his art. This was no fault of the doctor s, cer-\\ntainly, for he took unwearied pains with the lad, keeping\\nhim close to the pestle and mortar, or on the trot about\\ntown with phials and jjill-boxes and if he ever flagged in\\nhis industry, which he was rather apt to do, the doctor would\\nfly into a passion, and ask him if he ever expected to learn\\nhis profession, unless he applied himself closer to the study.\\nThe fact is, he still retained the fondness for sport and mis-\\nchief that had marked his childhood; the habit, indeed, had\\nstrengthened with his years, and gained force from being\\nthwarted and constrained. He daily grew more and more\\nuntractable, and lost favor in the eyes both of the doctor\\nand the housekeeper.\\nIn the meantime the doctor went on, waxing wealthy and\\nrenowned. He was famous for his skill in managing cases\\nnot laid down in the books. He had cured several old\\nwomen and young girls of witchcraft a terrible complaint,\\nnearly as prevalent in the province in those days as hydro-\\nphobia is at present. He had even restored one strapping\\ncountry girl to perfect health, who had gone so far as to\\nvomit crooked pins and needles; which is considered a des-\\nperate stage of the malady. It was whispered, also, that\\nhe was possessed of the art of preparing love-powders and\\nmany appHcations had he in consequence from love-sick\\npatients of both sexes. But all these cases formed the\\nmysterious part of his practice, in which, according to the", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "14 Dolph Heyliger.\\ncant phrase, secrecy and honor might be depended on.\\nDolph, therefore, was obhged to turn out of the study\\nwhenever such consultations occurred, though it is said he\\nlearnt more of the secrets of the art at the key-hole than\\nby all the rest of his studies put together.\\nAs the doctor increased in wealth, he began to extend\\nhis possessions, and to look forward, like other great men,\\nto the time when he should retire to the repose of a coun-\\ntry-seat. For this purpose he had purchased a farm, or, as\\nthe Dutch settlers called it, a bozvcrie, a few miles from\\ntown. It had been the residence of a wealthy family, that\\nhad returned some time since to Holland. A large man-\\nsion-house stood in the centre of it, very much out of re-\\npair, and which, in consequence of certain reports, had\\nreceived the appellation of the Haunted House. Either\\nfrom these reports, or from its actual dreariness, the doc-\\ntor found it impossible to get a tenant and, that the place\\nmight not fall to ruin before he could reside in it himself,\\nhe placed a country boor, with his family, in one wing, with\\nthe privilege of cultivating the farm on shares.\\nThe doctor now felt all the dignity of a landholder rising\\nwithin him. He had a little of the German pride of terri-\\ntory in his composition, and almost looked upon himself\\nas owner of a principality. He began to complain of the\\nfatigue of business and was fond of riding out to look\\nat his estate. His Httle expeditions to his lands were\\nattended with a bustle and parade that created a sensation\\nthroughout the neighborhood. His wall-eyed horse stood,\\nstamping and whisking off the flies, for a full hour before\\nthe house. Then the doctor s saddle-bags would be brought\\nCant phrase as the saying went. Boor Note 9.\\nWall-eyed: having eyes with conspicuous white or light gray iris, white-\\neyed.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "Dolph Heyliger.\\n15\\nout and adjusted then, after a little while, his cloak would\\nbe rolled up and strapped to the saddle then his umbrella\\nwould be buckled to the cloak while, in the meantime, a\\ngroup of ragged boys, that observant class of beings, would\\ngather before the door. At length, the doctor would issue\\nforth, in a pair of jack-boots that reached above his knees,\\nand a cocked hat flapped down in front. As he was a\\nshort, fat man, he took some time to mount into the saddle\\nm-^\\nA BOWERIE.\\nand when there, he took some time to have the saddle and\\nstirrups properly adjusted, enjoying the wonder and admi-\\nration of the urchin crowd. Even after he had set off, he\\nwould pause in the middle of the street, or trot back two\\nor three times to give some parting orders which were\\nanswered by the housekeeper from the door, or Dolph\\nfrom the study, or the black cook from the cellar, or the\\nchambermaid from the garret-window and there were\\nUmbrella Note 10.\\nJack-boots so called because they were worn by sailors or jack tars.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "1 6 Dolph Heyliger.\\ngenerally some last words bawled after him, just as he\\nwas turning the corner.\\nThe whole neighborhood would be aroused by this pomp\\nand circumstance. The cobbler would leave his last; the\\nbarber would thrust out his frizzed head, with a comb\\nsticking in it a knot would collect at the grocer s door,\\nand the word would be buzzed from one end of the street\\nto the other, The doctor s riding out to his country-seat\\nThese were golden moments for Dolph. No sooner was\\nthe doctor out of sight, than pestle and mortar were aban-\\ndoned the laboratory was left to take care of itself, and\\nthe student was off on some madcap frolic.\\nIndeed, it must be confessed, the youngster, as he grew\\nup, seemed in a fair way to fulfil the prediction of the old\\nclaret-colored gentleman. He was the ringleader of all\\nholiday sports and midnight gambols ready for all kinds\\nof mischievous pranks and hare-brained adventures.\\nThere is nothing so troublesome as a hero on a small\\nscale, or, rather, a hero in a small town. Dolph soon\\nbecame the abhorrence of all drowsy, housekeeping old\\ncitizens, who hated noise, and had no relish for waggery.\\nThe good dames, too, considered him as little better than\\na reprobate, gathered their daughters under their wings\\nwhenever he approached, and pointed him out as a warn-\\ning to their sons. No one seemed to hold him in much\\nregard, excepting the wild striplings of the place, who were\\ncaptivated by his open-hearted, daring manners, and the\\nnegroes, who always look upon every idle, do-nothing\\nyoungster as a kind of gentleman. Even the good Peter\\nde Groodt, who had considered himself a kind of patron\\nof the lad, began to despair of him and would shake his\\nHare-brained wild, foolish. Compare the saying, As mad as a March\\nhare. Watery practical jokes, fooling.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "Dolph Heyliger. 17\\nhead dubiously, as he Hstened to a long complaint from\\nthe housekeeper, and sipped a glass of her raspberry-\\nbrandy.\\nStill his mother was not to be wearied out of her affec-\\ntion by all the waywardness of her boy nor disheartened\\nby the stories of his misdeeds, with which her good friends\\nwere continually regahng her. She had, it is true, very\\nlittle of the pleasure which rich people enjoy, in always\\nhearing their children praised but she considered all this\\nill-will as a kind of persecution which he suffered, and she\\nliked him the better on that account. She saw him grow-\\ning up, a fine, tall, good-looking youngster, and she looked\\nat hini with the secret pride of a mother s heart. It was\\nher great desire that Dolph should appear like a gentle-\\nman, and all the money she could save went toward help-\\ning out his pocket and his wardrobe. She would look out of\\nthe window after him, as he sallied forth in his best array,\\nand her heart would yearn with delight and once, when\\nPeter de Groodt, struck with the youngster s gallant\\nappearance on a bright Sunday morning, observed, Well,\\nafter all, Dolph does grow a comely fellow the tear\\nof pride started into the mother s eye Ah, neighbor,\\nneighbor! exclaimed she, they may say what they\\nplease poor Dolph will yet hold up his head with the\\nbest of them\\nDolph Heyliger had now nearly attained his one-and-\\ntwentieth year, and the term of his medical studies was\\njust expiring; yet it must be confessed that he knew little\\nmore of the profession than when he first entered the\\ndoctor s doors. This, however, could not be from any\\nwant of quickness of parts, for he showed amazing apt-\\nness in mastering other branches of knowledge, which\\nhe could only have studied at intervals. He was, for", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "1 8 Dolph Heyliger.\\ninstance, a sure marksman, and won all the geese and\\nturkeys at Christmas holidays. He was a bold rider he\\nwas famous for leaping and wrestling; he played toler-\\nably on the fiddle could swim like a fish and was the\\nbest hand in the whole place at fives or nine-pins.\\nAll these accomplishments, however, procured him no\\nfavor in the eyes of the doctor, who grew more and more\\ncrabbed and intolerant, the nearer the term of apprentice-\\nship approached. Frau Ilsy, too, was forever finding some\\noccasion to raise a windy tempest about his ears and sel-\\ndom encountered him about the house, without a clatter\\nof the tongue so that at length the jingling of her keys,\\nas she approached, was to Dolph like the ringing of the\\nprompter s bell, that gives notice of a theatrical thunder-\\nstorm. Nothing but the infinite good-humor of the heed-\\nless youngster enabled him to bear all this domestic\\ntyranny without open rebellion. It was evident that the\\ndoctor and his housekeeper were preparing to beat the\\npoor youth out of the nest, the moment his term should\\nhave expired a shorthand mode which the doctor had of\\nproviding for useless disciples.\\nIndeed, the little man had been rendered more than\\nusually irritable lately, in consequence of various cares\\nand vexations which his country estate had brought upon\\nhim. The doctor had been repeatedly annoyed by the\\nrumors and tales which prevailed concerning the old\\nmansion and found it difficult to prevail even upon the\\ncountryman and his family to remain there rent-free.\\nEvery time he rode out to the farm, he was teased by\\nsome fresh complaint of strange noises and fearful sights,\\nwith which the tenants were disturbed at night and the\\nFives a game something like tennis, three fives counted game.\\nPrevailed: were commonly told; prevail upon persuade.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "Spectre of the Brocken in the Hartz Mountains.\\nSee note 12.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "20 Dolph Heyliger.\\ndoctor would come home fretting and fuming, and vent\\nhis spleen upon the whole household. It was indeed a\\nsore grievance, that affected him both in pride and purse.\\nHe was threatened with an absolute loss of the profits\\nof his property and then, what a blow to his territorial\\nconsequence, to be the landlord of a haunted house\\nIt was observed, however, that with all his vexation, the\\ndoctor never proposed to sleep in the house himself nay,\\nhe could never be prevailed upon to remain on the prem-\\nises after dark, but made the best of his way for town, as\\nsoon as the bats began to flit about in the twilight. The\\nfact was, the doctor had a secret belief in ghosts, having\\npassed the early part of his life in a country where they\\nparticularly abound and indeed the story went, that, when\\na boy, he had once seen the devil upon the Hartz moun-\\ntains in Germany.\\nAt length, the doctor s vexations on this head were\\nbrought to a crisis. One morning, as he sat dozing over\\na volume in his study, he was suddenly startled from his\\nslumbers by the bustling in of the housekeeper.\\nHere s a fine to do! cried she, as she entered the\\nroom. Here s Claus Hopper come in, bag and baggage,\\nfrom the farm, and swears he ll have nothing more to do\\nwith it. The whole family have been frightened out of\\ntheir wits for there s such racketing and rummaging\\nabout the old house, that they can t sleep quiet in their\\nbeds\\nDonner und blitzen cried the doctor, impatiently;\\nwill they never have done chattering about that house\\nspleen: ill-humor or bad temper. Note ii.\\nHartz i7iountains Note 12.\\nA fine to do surprising situation, pretty state of things.\\nDonner und blitzen (German) thunder and lightning.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "Dolph Heyliger. 21\\nWhat a pack of fools, to let a few rats and mice frighten\\nthem out of good quarters\\nNay, nay, said the housekeeper, wagging her head\\nknowingly, and piqued at having a good ghost story\\ndoubted, there s more in it than rats and mice. All the\\nneighborhood talks about the house and then such sights\\nhave been seen in it Peter de Groodt tells me, that the\\nfamily that sold you the house, and went to Holland,\\ndropped several strange hints about it, and said, they\\nwished you joy of your bargain and you know yourself\\nthere s no getting any family to live in it.\\nPeter de Groodt s a ninny an old woman, said the\\ndoctor, peevishly I ll warrant he s been filling these\\npeople s heads full of stories. It s just like his nonsense\\nabout the ghost that haunted the church belfry, as an\\nexcuse for not ringing the bell that cold night when\\nHarmanus Brinkerhoff s house was on fire. Send Glaus\\nto me.\\nGlaus Hopper now made his appearance a simple\\ncountry lout, full of awe at finding himself in the very\\nstudy of Dr. Knipperhausen, and too much embarrassed\\nto enter in much detail of the matters that had caused his\\nalarm. He stood twirling his hat in one hand, resting\\nsometimes on one leg, sometimes on the other, looking\\noccasionally at the doctor, and now and then steahng a\\nfearful glance at the death s head that seemed ogling him\\nfrom the top of the clothes-press.\\nThe doctor tried every means to persuade him to return\\nto the farm, but all in vain he maintained a dogged\\ndetermination on the subject and at the close of every\\nargument or solicitation, would make the same brief, in-\\nflexible reply, Ich kan nicht, mynheer. The doctor was\\nIch mynheer: (Dutch) I cannot, sir.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "22\\nDolph Heyliger.\\na little pot, and soon hot his patience was exhausted\\nby these continual vexations about his estate. The stub-\\nborn refusal of Claus Hopper seemed to him like flat\\nrebellion his temper suddenly boiled over, and Claus was\\nglad to make a rapid retreat to escape scalding.\\nWhen the bumpkin got to the housekeeper s room, he\\nfound Peter de Groodt, and several other true believers,\\nready to receive him. Here he indemnified himself for the\\nrestraint he had suffered in the study, and opened a budget\\nof stories about the haunted house that astonished all his\\nhearers. The housekeeper believed them all, if it was only\\nto spite the doctor for having received her intelligence\\nso uncourteously. Peter\\nde Groodt matched them\\nwith many a wonderful\\nlegend of the times of\\nthe Dutch dynasty, and\\nof the Devil s Stepping-\\nstones and of the pirate\\nhanged at Gibbet Island,\\nthat continued to swing\\nthere at night long after\\nthe gallows was taken\\ndown and of the ghost of the unfortunate Governor Leis-\\nler, hanged for treason, which haunted the old fort and\\ngovernment house. The gossiping knot dispersed, each\\ncharged with direful intelligence. The sexton disburdened\\nhimself at a vestry meeting that was held that very day,\\nand the black cook forsook her kitchen, and spent half\\nthe day at the street pump, that gossiping place of servants,\\ndealing forth the news to all that came for water. In a\\nThe Dutch dynasty Note 13. DeviPs Stepping-stone: Note 14.\\nGovernor Leister Note 15.\\nJacob Leisler s House.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "Dolph Heyliger. 23\\nlittle time, the town was in a buzz with tales about the\\nhaunted house. Some said that Claus Hopper had seen\\nthe devil, while others hinted that the house was haunted\\nby the ghosts of some of the patients whom the doctor\\nhad physicked out of the world, and that was the reason\\nwhy he did not venture to live in it himself.\\nAll this put the little doctor in a terrible fume. He\\nthreatened vengeance on any one who should affect the\\nvalue of his property by exciting popular prejudices. He\\ncomplained loudly of thus being in a manner dispossessed\\nof his territories by mere bugbears but he secretly deter-\\nmined to have the house exorcised by the Dominie. Great\\nwas his relief, therefore, when, in the midst of his perplexi-\\nties, Dolph stepped forward and undertook to garrison the\\nhaunted house. The youngster had been listening to all\\nthe stories of Claus Hopper and Peter de Groodt he was\\nfond of adventure, he loved the marvellous, and his imagi-\\nnation had become quite excited by these tales of wonder.\\nBesides, he had led such an uncomfortable life at the\\ndoctor s, being subjected to the intolerable thraldom of\\nearly hours, that he was delighted at the prospect of hav-\\ning a house to himself, even though it should be a haunted\\none. His offer was eagerly accepted, and it was deter-\\nmined that he should mount guard that very night. His\\nonly stipulation was, that the enterprise should be kept\\nsecret from his mother for he knew the poor soul would\\nnot sleep a wink, if she knew her son was waging war with\\nthe powers of darkness.\\nWhen night came on, he set out on this perilous expedi-\\ntion. The old black cook, his only friend in the house-\\nhold, had provided him with a Httle mess for supper, and\\na rushlight and she tied round his neck an amulet, given\\nRushlight a candle made by dipping a rush in tallow.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "24\\nDolph Heyliger.\\nher by an African conjurer, as a charm against evil spirits,\\nDolph was escorted on his way by the doctor and Peter dci\\nGroodt, who had agreed to accompany him to the house, f I\\nand to see him safe lodged. The night was overcast, and\\nit was very dark when they arrived at the grounds which j\\nsurrounded the mansion. The sexton led the way with af\\nlantern. As they walked along the avenue of acacias, the\\nfitful light, catching from bush to bush, and tree to tree,\\noften startled the doughty Peter, and made him fall back\\nupon his followers and the doctor grappled still closer r\\nhold of Dolph s arm, observing that the ground was very\\nsHppery and uneven. At one time they were nearly put\\nto total rout by a bat, which came flitting about the lan-\\ntern and the notes of the insects from the trees, and the i\\nfrogs from a neighboring pond, formed a most drowsy and\\ndoleful concert.\\nThe front door of the mansion opened with a grating\\nsound, that made the doctor turn pale. They entered a i\\ntolerably large hall, such I\\nas is common in Ameri- 1\\ncan country-houses, and\\nwhich serves for a sit-\\nting-room in warm!\\nweather. From this they\\nwent up a wide staircase,\\nthat groaned and creaked.l\\nas they trod, every step\\nmaking its particular\\nnote, like the key of a\\nharpsichord. This led to\\nanother hall on the second story, whence they entered the\\nroom where Dolph was to sleep. It was large, and scan-\\nHarpsichord an early form of the piano.\\nAn Old Harpsichord.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "Dolph Heyliger.\\n25\\ntily furnished the shutters were closed but as they were\\nmuch broken, there was no want of a circulation of air.\\nIt appeared to have been that sacred chamber, known\\namong Dutch housewives by the name of the best bed-\\nroom which is the best furnished room in the house, but\\nin which scarce anybody is ever permitted to sleep. Its\\nThe Old Fireplace.\\nsplendor, however, was all at an end. There were a few\\nbroken articles of furniture about the room, and in the\\ncentre stood a heavy deal table and a large arm-chair, both\\nof which had the look of being coeval with the mansion.\\nThe fireplace was wide, and had been faced with Dutch\\ntiles, representing Scripture stories but some of them\\nhad fallen out of their places, and lay shattered about the", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "i6 Dolph Heyliger.\\nhearth. The sexton lit the rushlight and the doctor, look-\\ning fearfully about the room, was just exhorting Dolph to\\nbe of good cheer, and to pluck up a stout heart, when a\\nnoise in the chimney, Hke voices and struggling, struck\\na sudden panic into the sexton. He took to his heels with\\nthe lantern the doctor followed hard after him the stairs\\ngroaned and creaked as they hurried down, increasing\\ntheir agitation and speed by its noises. The front door\\nslammed after them and Dolph heard them scrabbling\\ndown the avenue, till the sound of their feet was lost in the\\ndistance. That he did not join in this precipitate retreat,\\nmight have been owing to his possessing a little more\\ncourage than his companions, or perhaps that he had\\ncaught a glimpse of the cause of their dismay, in a nest\\nof chimney swallows that came tumbling down into the\\nfireplace.\\nBeing now left to himself, he secured the front door by\\na strong bolt and bar and having seen that the other en-\\ntrances were fastened, returned to his desolate chamber.\\nHaving made his supper from the basket which the good\\nold cook had provided, he locked the chamber door, and\\nretired to rest on a mattress in one corner. The night was\\ncalm and still and nothing broke upon the profound quiet\\nbut the lonely chirping of a cricket from the chimney of a\\ndistant chamber. The rushlight, which stood in the centre\\nof the deal table, shed a feeble yellow ray, dimly illumining\\nthe chamber, and making uncouth shapes and shadows on\\nthe walls, from the clothes which Dolph had thrown over\\na chair.\\nWith all his boldness of heart, there was something sub-\\nduing in this desolate scene and he felt his spirits flag\\nwithin him, as he lay on his hard bed and gazed about the\\nroom. He was turning over in his mind his idle habits, his", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "Dolph Heyliger. 27\\ndoubtful prospects, and now and then heaving a heavy\\nsigh, as he thought on his poor old mother for there is\\nnothing like the silence and loneliness of night to bring\\ndark shadows over the brightest mind. By and by, he\\nthought he heard a sound as of some one walking below\\nstairs. He listened, and distinctly heard a step on the\\ngreat staircase. It approached solemnly and slowly, tramp\\ntramp tramp! It was evidently the tread of some\\nheavy personage and yet how could he have got into the\\nhouse without making a noise He had examined all the\\nfastenings, and was certain that every entrance was secure.\\nStill the steps advanced, tramp tramp tramp It was\\nevident that the person approaching could not be a robber\\nthe step was too loud and deliberate a robber would\\neither be stealthy or precipitate. And now the footsteps\\nhad ascended the staircase they were slowly advancing\\nalong the passage, resounding through the silent and\\nempty apartments. The very cricket had ceased its\\nmelancholy note, and nothing interrupted their awful dis-\\ntinctness. The door, which had been locked on the inside,\\nslowly swung open, as if self-moved. The footsteps en-\\ntered the room but no one was to be seen. They passed\\nslowly and audibly across it, tramp tramp tramp but\\nwhatever made the sound was invisible. Dolph rubbed his\\neyes, and stared about him he could see to every part of\\nthe dimly lighted chamber all was vacant yet still he\\nheard those mysterious footsteps, solemnly walking about\\nthe chamber. They ceased, and all was dead silence.\\nThere was something more appalling in this invisible visi-\\ntation than there would have been in anything that ad-\\ndressed itself to the eyesight. It was awfully vague and\\nTramp, tramp, tramp Note i6.\\nAwfully the word is used here in the right meaning, inspiring awe.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "2 8 Dolph Heyliger.\\nindefinite. He felt his heart beat against his ribs a cold\\nsweat broke out upon his forehead he lay for some time\\nin a state of violent agitation nothing, however, occurred\\nto increase his alarm. His light gradually burnt down into\\nthe socket, and he fell asleep. When he awoke it was\\nbroad daylight the sun was peering through the cracks\\nof the window-shutters, and the birds were merrily singing\\nabout the house. The bright, cheery day soon put to flight\\nall the terrors of the preceding night. Dolph laughed, or\\nrather tried to laugh, at all that had passed, and endeav-\\nored to persuade himself that it was a mere freak of the\\nimagination, conjured up by the stories he had heard; but\\nhe was a little puzzled to find the door of his room locked\\non the inside, notwithstanding that he had positively seen\\nit swing open as the footsteps had entered. He returned\\nto town in a state of considerable perplexity but he deter-\\nmined to say nothing on the subject, until his doubts were\\neither confirmed or removed by another night s watching.\\nHis silence was a grievous disappointment to the gossips\\nwho had gathered at the doctor s mansion. They had pre-\\npared their minds to hear direful tales, and were almost in\\na rage at being assured he had nothing to relate.\\nThe next night, then, Dolph repeated his vigil. He now\\nentered the house with some trepidation. He was particu-\\nlar in examining the fastenings of all the doors, and secur-\\ning them well. He locked the door of his chamber and\\nplaced a chair against it then, having despatched his sup-\\nper, he threw himself on his mattress and endeavored to\\nsleep. It was in vain a thousand crowding fancies kept\\nhim waking. The time slowly dragged on, as if minutes\\nwere spinning themselves out into hours. As the night\\nadvanced, he grew more and more nervous and he almost\\nstarted from his couch, when he heard the mysterious foot-", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "Dolph Heyliger, 29\\nstep again on the staircase. Up it came, as before, sol-\\nemnly and slowly, tramp tramp tramp It approached\\nalong the passage the door again swung open, as if there\\nhad been neither lock nor impediment, and a strange-look-\\ning figure stalked into the room. It was an elderly man,\\nlarge and robust, clothed in the old Flemish fashion. He\\nhad on a kind of short cloak, with a garment under it,\\nbelted round the waist trunk hose, with great bunches or\\nbows at the knees and a pair of russet boots, very large\\nat top, and standing widely from his legs. His hat was\\nbroad and slouched, with a feather trailing over one side.\\nHis iron-gray hair hung in thick masses on his neck and\\nhe had a short grizzled beard. He walked slowly round\\nthe room, as if examining that all was safe then, hanging\\nhis hat on a peg beside the door, he sat down in the elbow-\\nchair, and, leaning his elbow on the table, fixed his eyes on\\nDolph with an unmoving and deadening stare.\\nDolph was not naturally a coward but he had been\\nbrought up in an implicit belief in ghosts and goblins. A\\nthousand stories came swarming to his mind, that he had\\nheard about this building and as he looked at this strange\\npersonage, with his uncouth garb, his pale visage, his griz-\\nzly beard, and his fixed, staring, fish-like eye, his teeth\\nbegan to chatter, his hair to rise on his head, and a\\ncold sweat to break out all over his body. How long he\\nremained in this situation he could not tell, for he was like\\none fascinated. He could not take his gaze off from the\\nspectre but lay staring at him with his whole intellect ab-\\nsorbed in the contemplation. The old man remained seated\\nbehind the table, without stirring or turning an eye, always\\nkeeping a dead steady glare upon Dolph. At length the\\nAn elderly man: Note 17.\\nTrunk hose: garment of breeches and stockings all in one, tights.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "JO Dolph Heyliger.\\nhousehold cock from a neighboring farm clapped his wings,\\nand gave a loud cheerful crow that rung over the fields.\\nAt the sound, the old man slowly rose and took down his\\nhat from the peg the door opened and closed after him\\nhe was heard to go slowly down the staircase, tramp\\ntramp tramp and when he had got to the bottom, all\\nwas again silent. Dolph lay and listened earnestly counted\\nevery footfall listened and listened if the steps should\\nreturn until, exhausted by watching and agitation, he\\nfell into a troubled sleep.\\nDaylight again brought fresh courage and assurance.\\nHe would fain have considered all that had passed as a mere\\ndream yet there stood the chair in which the unknown\\nhad seated himself there was the table on which he had\\nleaned there was the peg on which he had hung his hat\\nand there was the door, locked precisely as he himself had\\nlocked it, with the chair placed against it. He hastened\\ndownstairs and examined the doors and windows all were\\nexactly in the same state in which he had left them, and\\nthere was no apparent way by which any being could\\nhave entered and left the house without leaving some trace\\nbehind. Pooh said Dolph to himself, it was all a\\ndream but it would not do the more he endeavored to\\nshake the scene off from his mind, the more it haunted him.\\nThough he persisted in a strict silence as to all that he\\nhad seen or heard, yet his looks betrayed the uncomfort-\\nable night that he had passed. It was evident that there\\nwas something wonderful hidden under this mysterious\\nreserve. The doctor took him into the study, locked the\\ndoor, and sought to have a full and confidential communi-\\ncation but he could get nothing out of him. Frau Ilsy\\ntook him aside into the pantry, but to as little purpose;\\nand Peter de Groodt held him by the button for a full hour", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "Dolph Heyliger. 31\\nin the church-yard, the very place to get at the bottom of a\\nghost story, but came off not a whit wiser than the rest. It\\nis always the case, however, that one truth concealed makes\\na dozen current lies. It is like a guinea locked up in a bank,\\nthat has a dozen paper representatives. Before the day was\\nover, the neighborhood was full of reports. Some said that\\nDolph Heyliger v/atchedin the haunted house with pistols\\nloaded with silver bullets; others, that he had a long talk\\nwith a spectre without a head others, that Dr. Knipper-\\nhausen and the sexton had been hunted down the Bowery\\nlane, and quite into town, by the legion of ghosts of their\\ncustomers. Some shook their heads, and thought it a\\nshame the doctor should put Dolph to pass the night alone\\nin that dismal house, where he might be spirited away, no\\none knew whither; while others observed, with a shrug,\\nthat if the devil did carry off the youngster, it would be\\nbut taking his own.\\nThese rumors at length reached the ears of good Dame\\nHeyliger, and, as may be supposed, threw her into a terrible\\nalarm. For her son to have opposed himself to danger\\nfrom living foes, would have been nothing so dreadful in\\nher eyes as to dare alone the terrors of the haunted house.\\nShe hastened to the doctor s, and passed a great part of\\nthe day in attempting to dissuade Dolph from repeating\\nhis vigil she told him a score of tales, which her gossip-\\ning friends had just related to her, of persons who had been\\ncarried off when watching alone in old ruinous houses. It\\nwas all to no effect. Dolph s pride, as well as curiosity,\\nwas piqued. He endeavored to calm the apprehensions of\\nhis mother, and to assure her that there was no truth in\\nall the rumors she had heard she looked at him dubiously.\\nSilver bullets the only kind of bullet by which it was supposed a ghost\\ncould be injured.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "32\\nDolph Heyliger.\\nLittle Thick Dutch Bible with Brass\\nClasps.\\nand shook her head; but finding his determination was\\nnot to be shaken, she brought him a Httle thick Dutch\\nBible, with brass clasps, to take with him, as a sword\\nwherewith to fight the\\npowers of darkness\\nand, lest that might\\nnot be sufficient, the\\nhousekeeper gave him\\nthe Heidelberg cate-\\nchism by way of\\ndagger.\\nThe next night,\\ntherefore, Dolph took up his quarters for the third time\\nin the old mansion. Whether dream or not, the same\\nthing was repeated. Towards midnight, when everything\\nwas still, the same sound echoed through the empty halls\\ntramp tramp tramp! The stairs were again as-\\ncended; the door again swung open; the old man entered;\\nwalked round the room, hung up his hat, and seated\\nhimself by the table. The same fear and trembling came\\nover poor Dolph, though not in so violent a degree.\\nHe lay in the same way, motionless and fascinated,\\nstaring at the figure, which regarded him, as before, with\\na dead, fixed, chilling gaze. In this way they remained\\nfor a long time, till, by degrees, Dolph s courage began\\ngradually to revive. Whether alive or dead, this being\\nhad certainly some object in his visitation and he\\nrecollected to have heard it said, spirits have no power to\\nspeak until spoken to. Summoning up resolution, there-\\nfore, and making two or three attempts before he could\\nget his parched tongue in motion, he addressed the\\nunknown in the most solemn form of adjuration, and\\ndemanded to know what was the motive of his visit.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "Dolph Heyliger.\\nNo sooner had he finished, than the old man rose, took\\ndown his hat, the door opened, and he went out, looking\\nback upon Dolph just as he crossed the threshold, as if\\nexpecting him to follow. The youngster did not hesitate\\nan instant. He took the candle in his hand, and the\\nBible under his arm, and obeyed the tacit invitation. The\\ncandle emitted a feeble, uncertain ray but still he could\\nsee the figure before him slowly descend the stairs. He\\nfollowed, trembling. When it had reached the bottom of\\nthe stairs, it turned through the hall towards the back door\\nof the mansion. Dolph held the light over the balus-\\ntrades but, in his eagerness to catch a sight of the un-\\nknown, he flared his feeble taper so suddenly, that it went\\nout. Still there was sufficient light from the pale moon-\\nbeams, that fell through a narrow window, to give him an\\nindistinct view of the figure near the door. He followed,\\ntherefore, down-stairs, and turned towards the place but\\nwhen he arrived there, the unknown had disappeared.\\nThe door remained fast barred and bolted there was no\\nother mode of exit yet the being, whatever he might be,\\nwas gone. He unfastened the door, and looked out into\\nthe fields. It was a hazy, moonlight night, so that the\\neye could distinguish objects at some distance. He thought\\nhe saw the unknown in a footpath which led from the\\ndoor. He was not mistaken but how had he got out of\\nthe house He did not pause to think, but followed on.\\nThe old man proceeded at a measured pace, without look-\\ning about him, his footsteps sounding on the hard ground.\\nHe passed through the orchard of apple-trees, always\\nkeeping the footpath. It led to a well, situated in a little\\nhollow, which had supplied the farm with water. Just at\\nthis well, Dolph lost sight of him. He rubbed his eyes,\\nand looked again but nothing was to be seen of the", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "34 Dolph Heyllger.\\nunknown. He reached the well, but nobody was there.\\nAll the surrounding ground was open and clear there\\nwas no bush nor hiding-place. He looked down the well,\\nand saw, at a great depth, the reflection of the sky in the\\nstill water. After remaining here for some time, without\\nseeing or hearing anything more of his mysterious con-\\nductor, he returned to the house, full of awe and wonder.\\nHe bolted the door, groped his way back to bed, and it\\nwas long before he could compose himself to sleep.\\nHis dreams were strange and troubled. He thought he\\nwas following the old man along the side of a great river,\\nuntil they came to a vessel on the point of sailing and\\nthat his conductor led him on board and vanished. He\\nremembered the commander of the vessel, a short swarthy\\nman, with crisped black hair, blind of one eye, and lame\\nof one leg but the rest of his dream was very confused.\\nSometimes he was sailing sometimes on shore now\\namidst storms and tempests, and now wandering quietly in\\nunknown streets. The figure of the old man was strangely\\nmingled up with the incidents of the dream and the\\nwhole distinctly wound up by his finding himself on board\\nof the vessel again, returning home, with a great bag of\\nmoney\\nWhen he woke, the gray, cool light of dawn was streak-\\ning the horizon, and the cocks passing the reveille from\\nfarm to farm throughout the country. He rose more har-\\nassed and perplexed than ever. He was singularly con-\\nfounded by all that he had seen and dreamt, and began\\nto doubt whether his mind was not affected, and whether\\nall that was passing in his thoughts might not be mere\\nfeverish fantasy. In his present state of mind, he did not\\nReveille (French) the drum beat, which is a signal for the soldiers to get\\nup in the morning.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "Dolph Heyllger. 2S\\nfeel disposed to return immediately to the doctor s, and\\nundergo the cross-questioning of the household. He made\\na scanty breakfast, therefore, on the remains of the last\\nnight s provisions, and then wandered out into the fields\\nto meditate on all that had befallen him. Lost in thought,\\nhe rambled about, gradually approaching the town, until\\nthe morning was far advanced, when he was roused by a\\nhurry and bustle around him. He found himself near the\\nwater s edge, in a throng of people, hurrying to a pier,\\nwhere was a vessel ready to make sail. He was uncon-\\nsciously carried along by the impulse of the crowd, and\\nfound that it was a sloop, on the point of sailing up the\\nHudson to Albany. There was much leave-taking and\\nkissing of old women and children, and great activity in\\ncarrying on board baskets of bread and cakes, and provi-\\nsions of all kinds, notwithstanding the mighty joints of\\nmeat that dangled over the stern for a voyage to Albany\\nwas an expedition of great moment in those days. The\\ncommander of the sloop was hurrying about, and giving a\\nworld of orders, which were not very strictly attended to\\none man being busy in lighting his pipe, and another in\\nsharpening his snicker-snee.\\nThe appearance of the commander suddenly caught\\nDolph s attention. He was short and swarthy, with\\ncrisped black hair blind of one eye, and lame of one\\nleg the very commander that he had seen in his dream\\nSurprised and aroused, he considered the scene more atten-\\ntively, and recalled still further traces of his dream the\\nappearance of the vessel, of the river, and of a variety of\\nother objects, accorded with the imperfect images vaguely\\nrising to recollection.\\nAs he stood musing on these circumstances, the captain\\nSnickersnee a large clasp knife.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "36\\nDolph Heyliger.\\nsuddenly called out to him in Dutch, Step on board,\\nyoung man, or you ll be left behind He was startled\\nby the summons he saw that the sloop was cast loose,\\nand was actually moving from the pier it seemed as if\\nhe was actuated by some irresistible impulse he sprang\\nupon the deck, and the next moment the sloop was hur-\\nThe Sloop.\\nried off by the wind and tide. Dolph s thoughts and\\nfeelings were all in tumult and confusion. He had been\\nstrongly worked upon by the events that had recently be-\\nfallen him, and could not but think there was some con-\\nnection between his present situation and his last night s\\ndream. He felt as if under supernatural influence; and\\ntried to assure himself with an old and favorite maxim of", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "Dolph Heyllger.\\n37\\nhis, that one way or other, all would turn out for the\\nbest. For a moment, the indignation of the doctor at\\nhis departure, without leave, passed across his mind, but\\nthat was matter of little moment then he thought of\\nthe distress of his mother at his strange disappearance,\\nand the idea gave him a sudden pang he would have en-\\ntreated to be put on shore but he knew with such wind\\nand tide the entreaty would have been in vain. Then, the\\ninspiring love of novelty and adventure came rushing in\\nPloughing her Way past Yonkers.\\nfull tide through his bosom he felt himself launched\\nstrangely and suddenly on the world, and under full way\\nto explore the regions of wonder that lay up this mighty\\nriver, and beyond those blue mountains which had bounded\\nhis horizon since childhood. While he was lost in this\\nwhirl of thought, the sails strained to the breeze the\\nshores seemed to hurry away behind him and, before\\nhe perfectly recovered his self-possession, the sloop was\\nploughing her way past Spiking-devil and Yonkers, and\\nthe tallest chimney of the Manhattoes had faded from his\\nsight.\\nSpiking-devil Note i8.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "38 Dolph Heyliger.\\nI have said, that a voyage up the Hudson in those days\\nwas an undertaking of some moment indeed, it was as\\nmuch thought of as a voyage to Europe is at present.\\nThe sloops were often many days on the way the cau-\\ntious navigators taking in sail when it blew fresh, and\\ncoming to anchor at night and stopping to send the boat\\nashore for milk for tea, without which it was impossible\\nfor the worthy old lady passengers to subsist. And there\\niimi^pnpiin;H2SJ1sdfH^j\\nThe Sloop was soon on the Joitrney up the Hudson.\\nwere the much-talked-of perils of the Tappaan Zee, and\\nthe highlands. In short, a prudent Dutch burgher would\\ntalk of such a voyage for months, and even years, before-\\nhand and never undertook it without putting his affairs\\nin order, making his will, and having prayers said for him\\nin the Low Dutch churches.\\nIn the course of such a voyage, therefore, Dolph was\\nsatisfied he would have time enough to reflect, and to\\nTappaan Zee: the broadening, lake-like expansion of the Hudson from\\nthe Palisades to Croton Point, so called by the Dutch from the Tappan Ind-\\nians who dwelt along its shore. Note 19.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "Dolph Heyliger. 39\\nmake up his mind as to what he should do when he\\narrived at Albany. The captain, with his blind eye and\\nlame leg, would, it is true, bring his strange dream to\\nmind, and perplex him sadly for a few moments but of\\nlate, his life had been made up so much of dreams and\\nrealities, his nights and days had been so jumbled to-\\ngether, that he seemed to be moving continually in a\\ndelusion. There is always, however, a kind of vagabond\\nconsolation in a man s having nothing in this world to\\nlose with this Dolph comforted his heart, and determined\\nto make the most of the present enjoyment.\\nIn the second day of the voyage they came to the high-\\nlands. It was the latter part of a calm, sultry day, that\\nthey floated gently with the tide between these stern moun-\\ntains. There was that perfect quiet which prevails over\\nnature in the languor of summer heat the turning of a\\nplank, or the accidental falling of an oar on deck, was\\nechoed from the mountain side and reverberated along\\nthe shores and if by chance the captain gave a shout of\\ncommand, there were airy tongues which mocked it from\\nevery cliff.\\nDolph gazed about him in mute delight and wonder, at\\nthese scenes of nature s magnificence. To the left the\\nDunderberg reared its woody precipices, height over\\nheight, forest over forest, away into the deep summer sky.\\nTo the right strutted forth the bold promontory of\\nAntony s Nose with a solitary eagle wheeling about it\\nwhile beyond, mountain succeeded to mountain, until they\\nseemed to lock their arms together, and confine this mighty\\nriver in their embraces. There was a feeling of quiet\\nluxury in gazing at the broad, green bosoms here and there\\nscooped out among the precipices or at woodlands high\\nA cdbn, sultry day Note 20. Antony s Nose Note 21.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "40\\nDolph Heyliger.\\nin air, nodding over the edge of some beetling bluff, and\\ntheir foliage all transparent in the yellow sunshine.\\nIn the midst of his admiration, Dolph remarked a pile\\nof bright, snowy clouds peering above the western heights.\\nIt was succeeded by another, and another, each seemingly\\npushing onwards its predecessor, and towering, with daz-\\nAntony s Nose. (From an old print.)\\nzling brilliancy, in the deep-blue atmosphere and now\\nmuttering peals of thunder were faintly heard rolling\\nbehind the mountains. The river, hitherto still and glassy,\\nreflecting pictures of the sky and land, now showed a dark\\nripple at a distance, as the breeze came creeping up it.\\nThe fish-hawks wheeled and screamed, and sought their\\nnests on the high dry trees the crows flew clamorously to\\nRentarkcd observed, noticed.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "Dolph Heyliger.\\n41\\nthe crevices of the rocks, and all nature seemed conscious\\nof the approaching thunder-gust.\\nThe clouds now rolled in volumes over the mountain\\ntops their summits still bright and snowy, but the lower\\nparts of an inky blackness. The rain began to patter\\ndown in broad and scattered drops the wind freshened,\\nThe Thunder crashed upon Dunderberg.\\nand curled up the waves at length it seemed as if the\\nbellying clouds were torn open by the mountain tops, and\\ncomplete torrents of rain came rattling down. The light-\\nning leaped from cloud to cloud, and streamed quivering\\nagainst the rocks, splitting and rending the stoutest forest\\ntrees. The thunder burst in tremendous explosions the\\npeals were echoed from mountain to mountain they\\ncrashed upon Dunderberg, and rolled up the long defile", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "42 Dolph Heyliger.\\nof the highlands, each headland making a new echo, until\\nOld Bull Hill seemed to bellow back the storm\\nFor a time the scudding rack and mist, and the sheeted\\nrain, almost hid the landscape from the sight. There was\\na fearful gloom, illumined still more fearfully by the\\nstreams of lightning which glittered among the rain-drops.\\nNever had Dolph beheld such an absolute warring of the\\nelements it seemed as if the storm was tearing and rend-,\\ning its way through this mountain defile, and had brought\\nall the artillery of heaven into action.\\nThe vessel was hurried on by the increasing wind, until\\nshe came to where the river makes a sudden bend, the.\\nonly one in the whole course of its majestic career. JustI\\nas they turned the point, a violent flaw of wind came\\nsweeping down a mountain gully, bending the forest before\\nit, and in a moment lashing up the river into white froth\\nand foam. The captain saw the danger, and cried out to\\nlower the sail. Before the order could be obeyed, the flaw\\nstruck the sloop, and threw her on her beam-ends. Every-\\nthing now was fright and confusion the flapping of the\\nsails, the whistling and rushing of the wind, the bawling\\nof the captain and crew, the shrieking of the passengers,\\nall mingled with the rolling and bellowing of the thunder.\\nIn the midst of the uproar, the sloop righted at the\\nsame time the mainsail shifted, the boom came sweeping\\nthe quarter-deck, and Dolph, who was gazing unguardedly\\nat the clouds, found himself, in a moment, floundering in\\nthe river.\\nFor once in his life, one of his idle accomplishments was\\nof use to him. The many truant hours he had devoted to\\nsporting in the Hudson, had made him an expert swim-\\nmer; yet, with all his strength and skill, he found great\\nSudden bend: This must have been the bend at West Point.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "Dolph Heyliger. 43\\ndifficulty in reaching the shore. His disappearance from\\nthe deck had not been noticed by the crew, who were\\nall occupied by their own danger. The sloop was driven\\nalong with inconceivable rapidity. She had hard work\\nto weather a long promontory on the eastern shore, round\\nwhich the river turned, and which completely shut her\\nfrom Dolph s view.\\nIt was on a point of the western shore that he landed,\\nand, scrambling up the rocks, threw himself, faint and\\nexhausted, at the foot of a tree. By degrees, the thunder-\\ngust passed over. The clouds rolled away to the east, where\\nthey lay piled in feathery masses, tinted with the last rosy\\nrays of the sun. The distant play of the lightning might\\nbe seen about the dark bases, and now and then might be\\nheard the faint muttering of the thunder. Dolph rose, and\\nsought about to see if any path led from the shore but\\nall was savage and trackless. The rocks were piled upon\\neach other great trunks of trees lay shattered about, as\\nthey had been blown down by the strong winds which draw\\nthrough these mountains, or had fallen through age. The\\nrocks, too, were overhung with wild vines and briers, which\\ncompletely matted themselves together, and opposed a\\nbarrier to all ingress every movement that he made\\nshook down a shower from the dripping foliage. He\\nattempted to scale one of these almost perpendicular\\nheights but, though strong and agile, he found it an\\nHerculean undertaking. Often he was supported merely\\nby crumbling projections of the rock, and sometimes he\\nclung to roots and branches of trees, and hung almost sus-\\npended in the air. The wood-pigeon came cleaving his\\nwhistling flight by him, and the eagle screamed from the\\nbrow of the impending cliff. As he was thus clambering,\\nhe was on the point of seizing hold of a shrub to aid his", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "44 Dolph Heyliger.\\nascent, when something rustled among the leaves, and he\\nsaw a snake quivering along like lightning, almost from\\nunder his hand. It coiled itself up immediately, in an\\nattitude of defiance, with flattened head, distended jaws,\\nand quickly vibrating tongue, that played like a little flame\\nabout its mouth. Dolph s heart turned faint within him,\\nand he had well-nigh let go his hold, and tumbled down\\nthe precipice. The serpent stood on the defensive but\\nfor an instant and finding there was no attack, it glided\\naway into a cleft of the rock. Dolph s eye followed with\\nfearful intensity, and saw a nest of adders, knotted, and\\nwrithing, and hissing in the chasm. He hastened with all\\nspeed to escape from so frightful a neighborhood. His\\nimagination full of this new horror, saw an adder in every\\ncurling vine, and heard the tail of a rattlesnake in every\\ndry leaf that rustled.\\nAt length he succeeded in scrambling to the summit of\\na precipice but it was covered by a dense forest. Wher-\\never he could gain a look-out between the trees, he beheld\\nheights and cliffs, one rising beyond another, until huge\\nmountains overtopped the whole. There were no signs\\nof cultivation, no smoke curling among the trees, to\\nindicate a human residence. Everything was wild and\\nsolitary. As he was standing on the edge of a precipice\\noverlooking a deep ravine fringed with trees, his feet\\ndetached a great fragment of rock it fell, crashing its\\nway through the tree tops, down into the chasm. A loud\\nwhoop, or rather yell, issued from the bottom of the glen\\nthe moment after, there was the report of a gun and a\\nball came whistling over his head, cutting the twigs and\\nleaves, and burying itself deep in the bark of a chestnut-\\ntree.\\nDolph did not wait for a second shot, but made a precipi-", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "Dolph Heyliger. 45\\ntate retreat, fearing every moment to hear the enemy in\\npursuit. He succeeded, however, in returning unmolested\\nto the shore, and determined to penetrate no farther into a\\ncountry so beset with savage perils.\\nHe sat himself down, dripping, disconsolately, on a wet\\nstone. What was to be done where was he to shelter\\nhimself The hour of repose was approaching the birds\\nwere seeking their nests, the bat began to flit about in the\\ntwilight, and the night-hawk, soaring high in the heaven,\\nseemed to be calling out the stars. Night gradually\\nclosed in, and wrapped everything in gloom and though\\nit was the latter part of summer, the breeze, stealing\\nalong the river, and among these dripping forests, was\\nchilly and penetrating, especially to a half-drowned man.\\nAs he sat drooping and despondent in this comfortless\\ncondition, he perceived a light gleaming through the trees\\nnear the shore, where the winding of the river made a\\ndeep bay. It cheered him with the hope of a human\\nhabitation, where he might get something to appease the\\nclamorous cravings of his stomach, and, what was equally\\nnecessary in his shipwrecked condition, a comfortable\\nshelter for the night. With extreme difficulty he made\\nhis way towards the Hght, along ledges of rocks down\\nwhich he was in danger of sliding into the river, and over\\ngreat trunks of fallen trees some of which had been\\nblown down in the late storm, and lay so thickly together,\\nthat he had to struggle through their branches. At length\\nhe came to the brow of a rock overhanging a small dell,\\nwhence the light proceeded. It was from a fire at the\\nfoot of a great tree, in the midst of a grassy interval, or\\nplat, among the rocks. The fire cast up a red glare\\namong the gray crags and impending trees; leaving\\nchasms of deep gloom that resembled entrances to cav-", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "46 Dolph Heyliger.\\nerns. A small brook rippled close by, betrayed by the\\nquivering reflection of the flame. There were two figures\\nmoving about the fire, and others squatted before it. As\\nthey were between him and the light, they were in com-\\nplete shadow but one of them happening to move round\\nto the opposite side, Dolph was startled at perceiving, by\\nthe glare falling on painted features, and glittering on\\nsilver ornaments, that he was an Indian. He now looked\\nmore narrowly, and saw guns leaning against a tree, and\\na dead body lying on the ground.\\nHere was the very foe that had fired at him from the\\nglen. He endeavored to retreat quietly, not caring to\\nentrust himself to these half-human beings in so savage\\nand lonely a place. It was too late the Indian, with that\\neagle quickness of eye so remarkable in his race, perceived\\nsomething stirring among the bushes on the rock he seized\\none of the guns that leaned against the tree one moment\\nmore, and Dolph might have had his passion for adventure\\ncured by a bullet. He hallooed loudly, with the Indian\\nsalutation of friendship the whole party sprang upon\\ntheir feet the salutation was returned, and the straggler\\nwas invited to join them at the fire.\\nOn approaching, he found, to his consolation, the party\\nwas composed of white men as well as Indians. One, evi-\\ndently the principal personage, or commander, was seated\\non a trunk of a tree before the fire. He was a large, stout\\nman, somewhat advanced in life, but hale and hearty. His\\nface was bronzed almost to the color of an Indian s he\\nhad strong but rather jovial features, an aquiline nose,\\nand a mouth shaped like a mastiff s. His face was half\\nthrown in shade by a broad hat, with a buck s-tail in it.\\nHis gray hair hung short in his neck. He wore a hunting-\\nfrock, with Indian leggings, and moccasons, and a toma-", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "A Rock overhanging a Small Dell.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "48 Dolph Heyllger.\\nhawk in the broad wampum belt round his waist. As\\nDolph caught a distinct view of his person and features,\\nsomething reminded him of the old man of the haunted\\nhouse. The man before him, however, was different in\\ndress and age he was more cheery, too, in aspect, and it\\nwas hard to define where the vague resemblance lay but a\\nresemblance there certainly was. Dolph felt some degree\\nof awe in approaching him but was assured by a frank,\\nhearty welcome. He was still further encouraged, by per-\\nceiving that the dead body, which had caused him some\\nalarm, was that of a deer and his satisfaction was com-\\nplete, in discerning, by savory steams from a kettle sus-\\npended by a hooked stick over the fire, that there was a\\npart cooking for the evening s repast.\\nHe had in fact fallen in with a rambling hunting party,\\nsuch as often took place in those days among the settlers\\nalong the river. The hunter is always hospitable and noth-\\ning makes men more social and unceremonious than meet-\\ning in the wilderness. The commander of the party poured\\nout a dram of cheering liquor, which he gave him with a\\nmerry leer, to warm his heart and ordered one of his fol-\\nlowers to fetch some garments from a pinnace, moored in\\na cove close by, while those in which our hero was dripping\\nmight be dried before the fire.\\nDolph found, as he had suspected, that the shot from\\nthe glen, which had come so near giving him his quietus\\nwhen on the precipice, was from the party before him.\\nHe had nearly crushed one of them by the fragments of\\nrock which he had detached and the jovial old hunter, in\\nthe broad hat and buck-tail, had fired at the place where\\nOld man of the haunted house take particular notice of this point, and\\nremember it. Why\\nLeer means here merely a look.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "HUDSON RIVER\\nTO ILLUSTRATE\\nDOLPH HEYLIGER\\nJ f^./ji\\\\IEVV YORK", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "^o Dolph Hey]\\nhe saw the bushes move, supposing it to be some wild ani-\\nmal. He laughed heartily at the blunder it being what\\nis considered an exceeding good joke among hunters but\\nfaith, my lad, said he, if I had but caught a glimpse of\\nyou to take sight at, you would have followed the rock.\\nAntony Vander Heyden is seldom known to miss his aim.\\nThese last words were at once a clew to Dolph s curiosity\\nand a few questions let him completely into the character\\nof the man before him, and of his band of woodland rangers.\\nThe commander in the broad hat and hunting-frock was no\\nless a personage than the Heer Antony Vander Heyden, of\\nAlbany, of whom Dolph had many a time heard. He was,\\nin fact, the hero of many a story his singular humors and\\nwhimsical habits being matters of wonder to his quiet\\nDutch neighbors. As he was a man of property, having\\nhad a father before him, from whom he inherited large\\ntracts of wild land, and whole barrels full of wampum, he\\ncould indulge his humors without control. Instead of stay-\\ning quietly at home, eating and drinking at regular meal\\ntimes, amusing himself by smoking his pipe on the bench\\nbefore the door, and then turning into a comfortable bed\\nat night, he delighted in all kinds of rough, wild expedi-\\ntions. Never so happy as when on a hunting party in the\\nwilderness, sleeping under trees or bark sheds, or cruising\\ndown the river, or on some woodland lake, fishing and fowl-\\ning, and living the Lord knows how.\\nHe was a great friend to Indians, and to an Indian mode\\nof life which he considered true natural liberty and manly\\nenjoyment. When at home, he had always several Ind-\\nian hangers-on, who loitered about his house, sleeping like\\nhounds in the sunshine, or preparing hunting and fishing-\\ntackle for some new expedition, or shooting at marks with\\nbows and arrows.\\nWatnpum Note 22.\\nQf 1", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "Dolph Heyliger. 51\\nOver these vagrant beings, Heer Antony had as perfect\\ncommand as a huntsman over his pack though they were\\ngreat nuisances to the regular people of his neighborhood.\\nAs he was a rich man, no one ventured to thwart his\\nhumors indeed, his hearty, joyous manner made him\\nuniversally popular. He would troll a Dutch song, as he\\ntramped along the street hail every one a mile off, and\\nwhen he entered a house, would slap the good man famil-\\niarly on the back, shake him by the hand till he roared,\\nand kiss his wife and daughter before his face in short,\\nthere was no pride nor ill-humor about Heer Antony.\\nBesides his Indian hangers-on, he had three or four\\nhumble friends among the white men, who looked up to\\nhim as a patron, and had the run of his kitchen, and the\\nfavor of being taken with him occasionally on his expedi-\\ntions. With a medley of such retainers he was at present\\non a cruise along the shores of the Hudson, in a pinnace\\nkept for his own recreation. There were two white men\\nwith him, dressed partly in the Indian style, with mocca-\\nsons and hunting-shirt the rest of his crew consisted of\\nfour favorite Indians. They had been prowling about the\\nriver, without any definite object, until they found them-\\nselves in the highlands where they had past two or three\\ndays, hunting the deer which still lingered among these\\nmountains.\\nIt is lucky for you, young man, said Antony Vander\\nHeyden, that you happened to be knocked overboard\\nto-day as to-morrow morning we start early on our return\\nhomewards, and you might then have looked in vain for a\\nmeal among the mountains but come, lads, stir about\\nstir about Let s see what prog we have for supper the\\nkettle has boiled long enough my stomach cries cup-\\nProg victuals, usually begged or stolen.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "52 Dolph Heyliger.\\nboard; and I ll warrant our guest is in no mood to dally\\nwith his trencher.\\nThere was a bustle now in the little encampment. One\\ntook off the kettle, and turned a part of the contents into\\na huge wooden bowl another prepared a flat rock for a\\ntable while a third brought various utensils from the\\npinnace Heer Antony himself brought a flask or two of\\nprecious liquor from his own private locker knowing his\\nboon companions too well to trust any of them with the\\nkey.\\nA rude but hearty repast was soon spread, consisting\\nof venison smoking from the kettle, with cold bacon,\\nboiled Indian corn, and mighty loaves of good brown\\nhousehold bread. Never had Dolph made a more deli-\\ncious repast and when he had washed it down with two\\nor three draughts from the Heer Antony s flask, and felt\\nthe jolly liquor sending its warmth through his veins,\\nand glowing round his very heart, he would not have\\nchanged his situation, no, not with the governor of the\\nprovince.\\nThe Heer Antony, too, grew chirping and joyous told\\nhalf-a-dozen fat stories, at which his white followers\\nlaughed immoderately, though the Indians, as usual, main-\\ntained an invincible gravity.\\nThis is your true life, my boy said he, slapping\\nDolph on the shoulder a man is never a man till he\\ncan defy wind and weather, range woods and wilds, sleep\\nunder a tree, and live on bass-wood leaves\\nAnd then would he sing a stave or two of a Dutch drink-\\ning song, swaying a short squab Dutch bottle in his hand,\\nwhile his myrmidons would join in the chorus, until the\\nwoods echoed again as the good old song has it\\nDally -with his trencher play with his knife and fork.\\nn", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "Dolph Heyliger. 53\\nThey all with a shout made the elements ring,\\nSo soon as the office was o er\\nTo feasting they went with true merriment,\\nAnd tippled strong liquor gillore.\\nIn the midst of his joviality, however, Heer Antony\\ndid not lose sight of discretion. Though he pushed the\\nbottle without reserve to Dolph, he always took care to\\nhelp his followers himself, knowing the beings he had to\\ndeal with and was particular in granting but a moderate\\nallowance to the Indians. The repast being ended, the\\nIndians having drunk their liquor and smoked their pipes,\\nnow wrapped themselves in their blankets, stretched them-\\nselves on the ground with their feet to the fire, and soon\\nfell asleep, like so many tired hounds. The rest of the\\nparty remained chatting before the fire, which the gloom\\nof the forest, and the dampness of the air from the late\\nstorm, rendered extremely grateful and comforting. The\\nconversation gradually moderated from the hilarity of sup-\\nper-time, and turned upon hunting adventures, and exploits\\nand perils in the wilderness many of which were so\\nstrange and improbable, that I will not venture to repeat\\nthem, lest the veracity of Antony Vander Heyden and his\\ncomrades should be brought into question. There were\\nmany legendary tales told, also, about the river, and the\\nsettlements on its borders in which valuable kind of lore,\\nthe Heer Antony seemed deeply versed. As the sturdy\\nbush-beater sat in a twisted root of a tree, that served him\\nfor an arm-chair, dealing forth these wild stories, with the\\nfire gleaming on his strongly marked visage, Dolph was\\nagain repeatedly perplexed by something that reminded\\nhim of the phantom of the haunted house some vague re-\\nGillore generally written galore, in plenty.\\nHaunted house do you suspect that there is any purpose in repeating this\\nsuggestion What is it", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "54 Dolph Heyliger.\\nsemblance, not to be fixed upon any precise feature or linea-\\nment, but pervading the general air of his countenance\\nand figure.\\nThe circumstance of Dolph s falling overboard led to\\nthe relation of divers disasters and singular mishaps that\\nhad befallen voyagers on this great river, particularly in\\nthe earlier periods of colonial history most of which the\\nHeer deliberately attributed to supernatural causes. Dolph\\nstared at this suggestion but the old gentleman assured\\nhim it was very currently believed by the settlers along\\nthe river, that these highlands were under the dominion\\nof supernatural and mischievous beings, which seemed to\\nhave taken some pique against the Dutch colonists in the\\nearly time of the settlement. In consequence of this, they\\nhave ever taken particular delight in venting their spleen,\\nand indulging their humors, upon the Dutch skippers\\nbothering them with flaws, head winds, counter currents,\\nand all kinds of impediments insomuch that a Dutch\\nnavigator was always obliged to be exceedingly wary and\\ndeliberate in his proceedings to come to anchor at dusk\\nto drop his peak, or take in sail, whenever he saw a swag-\\nbellied cloud rolling over the mountains in short, to take\\nso many precautions, that he was often apt to be an incredi-\\nble time in toiling up the river.\\nSome, he said, believed these mischievous powers of the\\nair to be evil spirits conjured up by the Indian wizards, in\\nthe early times of the province, to revenge themselves on\\nthe strangers who had dispossessed them of their country.\\nThey even attributed to their incantations the misadven-\\nture which befell the renowned Hendrick Hudson, when\\nhe sailed so gallantly up this river in quest of a north-west\\npassage, and, as he thought, run his ship aground which\\nPeak the upper end of the gaff. Hendrick Hudson Note 23.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "Dolph Heyliger.\\n5S\\nthey affirm was nothing more nor less than a spell of these\\nsame wizards, to prevent his getting to China in this\\ndirection.\\nThe greater part, however, Heer Antony observed,\\naccounted for all the extraordinary circumstances attend-\\ning this river, and the perplexi-\\nties of the skippers who navi-\\ngated it, by the old legend of\\nthe Storm-ship, which haunted\\nPoint-no-point. On finding\\nDolph to be utterly ignorant\\nof this tradition, the Heer\\nstared at him for a moment\\nwith surprise, and wondered\\nwhere he had passed his life,\\nto be uninformed on so impor-\\ntant a point of history. To\\npass away the remainder of\\nthe evening, therefore, he un-\\ndertook the tale, as far as his\\nmemory would serve, in the\\nvery words in which it had been\\nwritten out by Mynheer Selyne, an early poet of the New\\nNederlandts. Giving, then, a stir to the fire, that sent up\\nits sparks among the trees like a little volcano, he adjusted\\nhimself comfortably in his root of a tree and throwing\\nback his head, and closing his eyes for a few moments,\\nto summon up his recollection, he related the following\\nlegend\\nHenry Hudson.\\nFrom the painting said to be from the\\nHfe, in the possession of the Corpora-\\ntion of the City of New York.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "56\\nDolph Heyliger.\\nTHE STORM SHIP.\\nIn the golden age of the province of the New Nether-\\nlands, when it was under the sway of Wouter Van Twiller,\\notherwise called the Doubter, the people of the Manhat-\\ntoes were alarmed, one sultry afternoon, just about the\\ntime of the summer solstice, by a tremendous storm of\\nthunder and lightning. The rain fell in such torrents,\\nas absolutely to\\nspatter up and\\nsmoke along the\\nground. It seemed\\nas if the thunder\\nrattled and rolled\\nover the very roofs\\nof the houses the\\nlightning was seen\\nto play about the\\nchurch of St.\\nNicholas, and to\\nstrive three times,\\nin vain, to strike\\nits weather-cock.\\nGarret Van Home s\\nnew chimney was\\nsplit almost from\\ntop to bottom; and\\nDoffue Milde-\\nberger was struck speechless from his bald-faced mare, just\\nas he was riding into town. In a word, it was one of those\\nunparalleled storms, which only happen once within the\\nThe golden age Note 24.\\nWouter Van Twiller.\\nAfter the picture by E. H. Boughton.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "The Storm Ship. 57\\nmemory of that venerable personage, known in all towns\\nby the appellation of the oldest inhabitant.\\nGreat was the terror of the good old women of the Man-\\nhattoes. They gathered their children together, and took\\nrefuge in the cellars after having hung a shoe on the iron\\npoint of every bed-post, lest it should attract the lightning.\\nAt length the storm abated the thunder sunk into a\\ngrowl and the setting sun, breaking from under the\\nfringed borders of the clouds, made the broad bosom of\\nthe bay to gleam like a sea of molten gold.\\nThe word was given from the fort, that a ship was\\nstanding up the bay. It passed from mouth to mouth, and\\nstreet to street, and soon put the little capital in a bustle.\\nThe arrival of a ship in those early times of the settlement,\\nwas an event of vast importance to the inhabitants. It\\nbrought them news from the old world, from the land of\\ntheir birth, from which they were so completely severed\\nto the yearly ship, too, they looked for their supply of\\nluxuries, of finery, of comforts, and almost of neces-\\nsaries. The good vrouw could not have her new cap,\\nnor new gown, until the arrival of the ship the artist\\nwaited for it for his tools, the burgomaster for his pipe\\nand his supply of Hollands, the schoolboy for his top and\\nmarbles, and the lordly landholder for the bricks with\\nwhich he was to build his new mansion. Thus every one,\\nrich and poor, great and small, looked out for the arrival\\nof the ship. It was the great yearly event of the town of\\nNew Amsterdam and from one end of the year to the\\nother, the ship the ship the ship was the continual\\ntopic of conversation.\\nThe news from the fort, therefore, brought all the populace\\nVromv (Dutch) woman, wife. Hollands gin made from juniper berries.\\nT/ie ship what is the force of this repetition", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "58\\nDolph Heyllger.\\ndown to the battery, to behold the wished-f or sight. It was\\nnot exactly the time when she had been expected to arrive,\\nand the circumstance was a matter of some speculation.\\nMany were the groups collected about the battery. Here\\nand there might be seen a burgomaster, of slow and pom-\\npous gravity, giving his opinion with great confidence to a\\nMany were the Groups collected alout the Baitery.\\ncrowd of old women and idle boys. At another place was\\na knot of old weatherbeaten fellows, who had been seamen\\nor fishermen in their times, and were great authorities on\\nsuch occasions these gave different opinions, and caused\\ngreat disputes among their several adherents but the man\\nmost looked up to, and followed and watched by the crowd.\\nBattery now one of the pleasantest promenades in New York, situated at\\nthe extreme end of the city, looking out to sea, and so called because of the\\nbattery of six guns which was set up in the old fort now long since demolished.\\nKnickerbocker, V, 7.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "The Storm Ship.\\n59\\nwas Hans Van Pelt, an old Dutch sea-captain retired from\\nservice, the nautical oracle of the place. He reconnoitred\\nthe ship through an ancient telescope, covered with tarry\\ncanvas, hummed a Dutch tune to himself, and said nothing.\\nA hum, however, from Hans Van Pelt had always more\\nweight with the public than a speech from another man.\\nThe Storm Ship.\\nIn the meantime, the ship became more distinct to the\\nnaked eye she was a stout, round, Dutch-built vessel, with\\nhigh bow and poop, and bearing Dutch colors. The even-\\ning sun gilded her bellying canvas, as she came riding over\\nthe long waving billows. The sentinel who had given no-\\ntice of her approach declared that he first got sight of her\\nwhen she was in the centre of the bay and that she broke\\nsuddenly on his sight, just as if she had come out of the\\nbosom of the black thunder-cloud. The bystanders looked", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "6o Dolph Heyliger.\\nat Hans Van Pelt, to see what he would say to this report\\nHans Van Pelt screwed his mouth closer together, and^\\nsaid nothing upon which some shook their heads, and\\nothers shrugged their shoulders.\\nThe ship was now repeatedly hailed, but made no reply,\\nand, passing by the fort, stood on up the Hudson. A gun\\nwas brought to bear on her, and, with some difficulty, loaded\\nand fired by Hans Van Pelt, the garrison not being expert\\nin artillery. The shot seemed absolutely to pass through\\nthe ship, and to skip along the water on the other side, but\\nno notice was taken of it What was strange, she had all\\nher sails set, and sailed right against wind and tide, which\\nwere both down the river. Upon this Hans Van Pelt, who\\nwas likewise harbor-master, ordered his boat, and set off to\\nboard her but after rowing two or three hours, he returned\\nwithout success. Sometimes he would get within one or\\ntwo hundred yards of her, and then, in a twinkling, she\\nwould be half a mile off. Some said it was because his\\noarsmen, who were rather pursy and short-winded, stopped\\nevery now and then to take breath, and spit on their hands;\\nbut this, it is probable, was a mere scandal. He got near\\nenough, however, to see the crew who were all dressed\\nin the Dutch style, the officers in doublets and high hats\\nand feathers not a word was spoken by any one on board\\nthey stood as motionless as so many statues, and the ship\\nseemed as if left to her own government. Thus she kept\\non, away up the river, lessening and lessening in the even-\\ning sunshine, until she faded from sight, like a little white\\ncloud melting away in the summer sky.\\nThe appearance of this ship threw the governor into\\none of the deepest doubts that ever beset him in the whole\\nDoubled from the French doubler, to line originally a garment used as\\nan inner lining to another.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "The Storm Ship.\\n6i\\ncourse of his administration. Fears were entertained for\\nthe security of the infant settlements on the river, lest this\\nmight be an enemy s ship in disguise, sent to take posses-\\nsion. The governor called together his council repeatedly\\nto assist him with their conjectures. He sat in his chair of\\nThe House in the Wood at the Hague.\\nstate, built of timber from the sacred forest of the Hague,\\nsmoking his long jasmine pipe, and listening to all that his\\ncounsellors had to say on a subject about which they knew\\nnothing but, in spite of all the conjecturing of the sagest\\nand oldest heads, the governor still continued to doubt.\\nThe Hague sacred forest of The Hague, refers to the forests surrounding\\nthe royal palace at The Hague, in Holland, which is called The House in the\\nWood. Note 25.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "62 Dolph Heyliger.\\nMessengers were despatched to different places on the\\nriver; but they returned without any tidings the ship\\nhad made no port. Day after day, and week after week,\\nelapsed; but she never returned down the Hudson. As,\\nhowever, the council seemed solicitous for intelligence, they\\nhad it in abundance. The captains of the sloops seldom\\narrived without bringing some report of having seen the\\nstrange ship at different parts of the river; sometimes\\nnear the Palisadoes, sometimes off Croton Point, and some-\\ntimes in the highlands but she never was reported as\\nhaving been seen above the highlands. The crews of the\\nsloops, it is true, generally differed among themselves in\\ntheir accounts of these apparitions but that may have\\narisen from the uncertain situations in which they saw her.\\nSometimes it was by the flashes of the thunder-storm\\nlighting up a pitchy night, and giving glimpses of her\\ncareering across Tappaan Zee, or the wide waste of\\nHaverstraw Bay. At one moment she would appear close\\nupon them, as if likely to run them down, and would\\nthrow them into great bustle and alarm but the next\\nflash would show her far off, always sailing against the\\nwind. Sometimes, in quiet moonlight nights, she would\\nbe seen under some high bluff of the highlands, all in\\ndeep shadow, excepting her top-sails glittering in the\\nmoonbeams by the time, however, that the voyagers\\nreached the place, no ship was to be seen and when they\\nhad passed on for some distance, and looked back, behold\\nthere she was again with her top-sails in the moonshine\\nHer appearance was always just after, or just before, or\\njust in the midst of, unruly weather; and she was known\\nPalisadoes the steep wall of rock on the west bank of the Hudson River,\\nwhich rises from three hundred to five hundred feet, and stretches twenty\\nmiles northward from New York City.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "The Palisades.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "64\\nDolph Heyliger.\\namong the skippers and voyagers of the Hudson, by the\\nname of the storm ship.\\nThese reports perplexed the governor and his council\\nmore than ever and it would be endless to repeat the\\nconjectures and opinions uttered on the subject. Some\\nquoted cases in point, of ships seen off the coast of Nev/\\nEngland, navigated by witches and goblins. Old Hans\\nHaverstraw Bay.\\nVan Pelt, who had been more than once to the Dutch\\ncolony at the Cape of Good Hope, insisted that this mus v.\\nbe the Flying Dutchman which had so long haunted Table\\nBay, but, being unable to make port, had now sought\\nanother harbor. Others suggested, that, if it really was\\na supernatural apparition, as there was every natural\\nTable Bay the large bay with the famous Table Mountain behind it at\\nthe extreme south of the continent of Africa. Note 26,", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "The Storm Ship.\\n65\\nreason to believe, it might be Hendrick Hudson, and his\\ncrew of the Half-Moon who, it was well known, had once\\nrun aground in the upper part of the river, in seeking a\\nnorthwest passage to China. This opinion had very little\\nweight with the governor, but it passed current out of\\ndoors for indeed it had already been reported, that Hen-\\ndrick Hudson and his crew haunted the Kaatskill Moun-\\ntain and it appeared very reasonable to suppose, that\\nhis ship might infest the river, where the enterprise was\\nTable Mountain.\\nbaffled, or that it might bear the shadowy crew to their\\nperiodical revels in the mountain.\\nOther events occurred to occupy the thoughts and\\ndoubts of the sage Wouter and his council, and the storm\\nship ceased to be a subject of deliberation at the board.\\nIt continued, however, a matter of popular belief and mar-\\nvellous anecdote through the whole time of the Dutch\\ngovernment, and particularly just before the capture of\\nNew Amsterdam, and the subjugation of the province by\\nthe English squadron. About that time the storm ship", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "66\\nDolph Heyliger.\\nwas repeatedly seen in the Tappaan Zee, and about Wee-\\nhawk, and even down as far as Hoboken and her appear-\\nance was supposed to be ominous of the approaching\\nsquall in public affairs, and the downfall of Dutch domi-\\nnation.\\nSince that time, we have no authentic accounts of her;\\nthough it is said she still haunts the highlands and cruises\\nT^, ^=V\u00c2\u00bb-\\nThe Half-Moon at the Highlands.\\n(After the painting by T. Moran.)\\nabout Point-no-point. People who live along the river,\\ninsist that they sometimes see her in summer moonlight;\\nand that in a deep still midnight, they have heard the\\nchant of her crew, as if heaving the lead but sights and\\nsounds are so deceptive along the mountainous shores, and\\nHeaving the lead finding out the depth of the water by dropping a piece\\nof lead, attached to a line, into the sea. The sailors often accompany this, as\\nwell as their other duties on board ship, with songs that are heard nowhere\\nelse. These songs are called shanties, a word which comes from the\\nFrench word cha)iter, to sing, or our own English word to chant.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "The Storm Ship.\\n67\\nabout the wide bays and long reaches of this great river,\\nthat I confess I have very strong doubts upon the subject.\\nIt is certain, nevertheless, that strange things have been\\nseen in these highlands in storms, which are considered as\\nconnected with the old story of the ship. The captains of\\nthe river craft talk of a little bulbous-bottomed Dutch gob-\\nlin, in trunk hose and sugar-loafed hat, with a speaking\\ntrumpet in his hand, which they say keeps about the Dun-\\nIt was seen about Weehawk.\\nderberg.* They declare they have heard him, in stormy\\nweather, in the midst of the turmoil, giving orders in Low\\nDutch for the piping up of a fresh gust of wind, or the\\nrattling off of another thunder-clap. That sometimes he\\nhas been seen surrounded by a crew of httle imps in broad\\nbreeches and short doublets tumbling head-over-heels in\\nthe rack and mist, and playing a thousand gambols in the\\nair or buzzing like a swarm of flies about Antony s Nose\\nand that, at such times, the hurry-scurry of the storm was\\nI.e. the Thunder-Mountain, so called from its echoes.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "68 Dolph Heyliger.\\nalways greatest. One time, a sloop, in passing by the\\nDunderberg, was overtaken by a thunder-gust, that came\\nscouring round the mountain, and seemed to burst just\\nover the vessel. Though tight and well ballasted, she\\nlabored dreadfully, and the water came over the gunwale.\\nAll the crew were amazed, when it was discovered that\\nthere was a little white sugar-loaf hat on the mast-head,\\nPollopol s Island.\\nknown at once to be the hat of the Heer of the Dunder-\\nberg. Nobody, however, dared to climb to the mast-head,\\nand get rid of this terrible hat. The sloop continued\\nlaboring and rocking, as if she would have rolled her mast\\noverboard. She seemed in continual danger either of\\nupsetting or of running on shore. In this way she drove\\nquite through the highlands, until she had passed Pollo-\\npol s Island, where, it is said, the jurisdiction of the Dun-\\nderberg potentate ceases. No sooner had she passed this\\nGunwale pronounced gunU. The wales of a ship are the pieces of timl^er\\npassing around its sides and forming its curves. The top one of all is called\\nthe gunwale because when the wooden ships carried guns it was pierced so\\nthat they could be run out.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "The Storm Ship. 69\\nbourne, than the little hat spun up into the air like a top,\\nwhirled up all the clouds into a vortex, and hurried them\\nback to the summit of the Dunderberg, while the sloop\\nrighted herself, and sailed on as quietly as if in a mill-\\npond. Nothing saved her from utter wreck, but the for-\\ntunate circumstance of having a horse-shoe nailed against\\nthe mast a wise precaution against evil spirits, since\\nadopted by all the Dutch captains that navigate this\\nhaunted river.\\nThere is another story told of this foul-weather urchin,\\nby Skipper Daniel Ouslesticker, of Fishkill, who was never\\nknown to tell a lie. He declared, that, in a severe squall,\\nhe saw him seated astride of his bowsprit, riding the sloop\\nashore, full butt against Antony s Nose and that he was\\nexorcised by Dominie Van Gieson, of Esopus, who hap-\\npened to be on board, and who sung the hymn of St.\\nNicholas whereupon the goblin threw himself up in the\\nair like a ball, and went off in a whirlwind, carrying away\\nwith him the nightcap of the Dominie s wife which was\\ndiscovered the next Sunday morning hanging on the\\nweathercock of Esopus church steeple, at least forty\\nmiles off Several events of this kind having taken\\nplace, the regular skippers of the river, for a long time,\\ndid not venture to pass the Dunderberg, without lowering\\ntheir peaks, out of homage to the Heer of the mountain\\nand it was observed that all such as paid this tribute of\\nrespect were suffered to pass unmolested.*\\nSaint Nicholas the saint who is supposed to protect sailors and all trav-\\nellers. He is also the patron saint of the Dutch. Santa Clans is a corrup-\\ntion of his name. Note 27.\\nAmong the superstitions which prevailed in the colonies during the early\\ntimes of the settlements, there seems to have been a singular one about phan-\\ntom ships. The superstitious fancies of men are always apt to turn upon\\nthose objects which concern their daily occupations. The solitary ship, which", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "yo Dolph Heyliger.\\nSuch, said Antony Vander Heyden, are a few of\\nthe stories written down by Selyne the poet concerning\\nthis storm ship which he affirms to have brought a crew\\nof mischievous imps into the province, from some old ghost-\\nridden country of Europe. I could give you a host more,\\nif necessary for all the accidents that so often befall the\\nriver craft in the highlands, are said to be tricks played\\noff by these imps of the Dunderberg but I see that you\\nare nodding, so let us turn in for the night.\\nThe moon had just raised her silver horns above the\\nround back of Old Bull Hill, and lit up the gray rocks and\\nshagged forests, and glittered on the waving bosom of the\\nriver. The night-dew was falling, and the late gloomy\\nmountains began to soften, and put on a gray aerial tint\\nin the dewy hght. The hunters stirred the fire, and threw\\non fresh fuel to qualify the damp of the night air. They\\nthen prepared a bed of branches and dry leaves under a\\nledge of rocks, for Dolph while Antony Vander Heyden,\\nwrapping himself in a huge coat of skins, stretched himself\\nfrom year to year, came like a raven in the wilderness, bringing to the inhab-\\nitants of a settlement the comforts of life from the world from which they were\\ncut off, was apt to be present to their dreams, whether sleeping or waking.\\nThe accidental sight from shore, of a sail gliding along the horizon, in those,\\nas yet, lonely seas, was apt to be a matter of much talk and speculation.\\nThere is mention made in one of the early New England writers, of a ship\\nnavigated by witches, with a great horse that stood by the mainmast. I have\\nmet v/ith another story, somewhere, of a ship that drove on shore in fair,\\nsunny, tranquil weather, with sails all set, and a table spread in the cabin, as\\nif to regale a number of guests, yet not a living being on board. These phan-\\ntom ships always sailed in the eye of the wind or ploughed their way with\\ngreat velocity, making the smooth sea foam before their bows, when not a\\nbreath of air was stirring.\\nMoore has finely wrought up one of these legends of the sea into a little\\ntale which, within a small compass, contains the very essence of this species of\\nsupernatural fiction. I allude to his Spectre-Ship bound to Dead-man s Isle.\\nNote 28.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "Dolph Heyliger. 71\\nbefore the fire. It was some time, however, before Dolph\\ncould close his eyes. He lay contemplating the strange\\nscene before him the wild woods and rocks around the\\nfire throwing fitful gleams on the faces of the sleeping\\nsavages, and the Heer Antony, too, who so singularly,\\nyet vaguely reminded him of the nightly visitant to the\\nhaunted house. Now and then he heard the cry of some\\nanimal from the forest or the hooting of the owl or the\\nnotes of the whip-poor-will, which seemed to abound among\\nthese solitudes or the splash of a sturgeon, leaping out of\\nthe river, and falling back full length on its placid surface.\\nHe contrasted all this with his accustomed nest in the gar-\\nret-room of the doctor s mansion where the only sounds\\nat night were the church-clock telling the hour the drowsy\\nvoice of the watchman, drawling out all was well the deep\\nsnoring of the doctor s clubbed nose from below stairs or\\nthe cautious labors of some carpenter rat gnawing in the\\nwainscot. His thoughts then wandered to his poor old\\nmother what would she think of his mysterious disap-\\npearance what anxiety and distress would she not suf-\\nfer This thought would continually intrude itself, to mar\\nhis present enjoyment. It brought with it a feeling of pain\\nand compunction, and he fell asleep with the tears yet\\nstanding in his eyes.\\nWere this a mere tale of fancy, here would be a fine\\nopportunity for weaving in strange adventures among these\\nwild mountains and roving hunters and, after involving\\nmy hero in a variety of perils and difficulties, rescuing him\\nfrom them all by some miraculous contrivance but as this\\nis absolutely a true story, I must content myself with sim-\\nple facts, and keep to probabilities.\\nAt an early hour of the next day, therefore, after a\\nhearty morning s meal, the encampment broke up, and", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "yi Dolpli Heyliger.\\nour adventurers embarked in the pinnace of Antony\\nVander Heyden. There being no wind for the sails, the\\nIndians rowed her gently along, keeping time to a kind of\\nchant of one of the white men. The day was serene and\\nbeautiful the river without a wave and as the vessel\\ncleft the glassy water, it left a long, undulating track\\nbehind. The crows, who had scented the hunters ban-\\nquet, were already gathering and hovering in the air, just\\nwhere a column of thin, blue smoke, rising from among\\nthe trees, showed the place of their last night s quarters.\\nAs they coasted along the bases of the mountains, the\\nHeer Antony pointed out to Dolph a bald eagle, the sov-\\nereign of these regions, who sat perched on a dry tree\\nthat projected over the river and, with eye turned up-\\nwards, seemed to be drinking in the splendor of the\\nmorning sun. Their approach disturbed the monarch s\\nmeditations. He first spread one wing, and then the\\nother balanced himself for a moment and then, quitting\\nhis perch with dignified composure, wheeled slowly over\\ntheir heads. Dolph snatched up a gun, and sent a whis-\\ntling ball after him, that cut some of the feathers from\\nhis wing the report of the gun leaped sharply from rock\\nto rock and awakened a thousand echoes but the monarch\\nof the air sailed calmly on, ascending higher and higher,\\nand wheeling widely as he ascended, soaring up the green\\nbosom of the woody mountain, until he disappeared over\\nthe brow of a beetling precipice. Dolph felt in a manner\\nrebuked by this proud tranquillity, and almost reproached\\nhimself for having so wantonly insulted this majestic bird.\\nHeer Antony told him, laughing, to remember that he\\nwas not yet out of the territories of the lord of the Dun-\\nderberg and an old Indian shook his head, and observed\\nthat there was bad luck in killing an eagle the hunter,", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "Dolph Heyliger.\\n13\\non the contrary, should always leave him a portion of\\nhis spoils.\\nNothing, however, occurred to molest them on their\\nvoyage. They passed pleasantly through magnificent and\\nlonely scenes, until they came to where Pollopol s Island\\nlay, like a floating bower, at the extremity of the high-\\nThe Highlands, Vast and Cra.gged\\nlands. Here they landed, until the heat of the day should\\nabate, or a breeze spring up, that might supersede the labor\\nof the oar. Some prepared the mid-day meal, while others\\nreposed under the shade of the trees in luxurious summer\\nindolence, looking drowsily forth upon the beauty of the\\nscene. On the one side were the highlands, vast and\\ncragged, feathered to the top with forests, and throwing", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "74 Dolph Heyliger.\\ntheir shadows on the glassy water that dimpled at their\\nfeet. On the other side was a wide expanse of the river,\\nlike a broad lake, with long sunny reaches, and green head-\\nlands and the distant line of Shawungunk mountains wav-\\ning along a clear horizon, or checkered by a fleecy cloud.\\nBut I forbear to dwell on the particulars of their cruise\\nalong the river; this vagrant, amphibious life, careering\\nacross silver sheets of water coasting wild woodland\\nshores banqueting on shady promontories, with the\\nspreading tree overhead, the river curling its light foam\\nto one s feet, and distant mountain, and rock, and tree,\\nand snowy cloud, and deep-blue sky, all mingling in sum-\\nmer beauty before one all this, though never cloying in\\nthe enjoyment, would be but tedious in narration.\\nWhen encamped by the water-side, some of the party\\nwould go into the woods and hunt others would fish\\nsometimes they would amuse themselves by shooting at\\na mark, by leaping, by running, by wrestling and Dolph\\ngained great favor in the eyes of Antony Vander Heyden,\\nby his skill and adroitness in all these exercises which\\nthe Heer considered as the highest of manly accomplish-\\nments.\\nThus did they coast joUily on, choosing only the pleasant\\nhours for voyaging sometimes in the cool morning dawn,\\nsometimes in the sober evening twilight, and sometimes\\nwhen the moonshine spangled the crisp curling waves that\\nwhispered along the sides of their little bark. Never had\\nDolph felt so completely in his element never had he\\nmet with anything so completely to his taste as this wild,\\nhap-hazard life. He was the very man to second Antony\\nVander Heyden in his rambling humors, and gained con-\\ntinually on his affections. The heart of the old bush-\\nShawungunk pronounced Shon-qdin.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "Dolph Heyliger. y^\\nwhacker yearned toward the young man, who seemed\\nthus growing up in his own likeness; and as they ap-\\nproached to the end of their voyage, he could not help\\ninquiring a little into his history. Dolph frankly told him\\nhis course of life, his severe medical studies, his little pro-\\nficiency, and his very dubious prospects. The Heer was\\nshocked to find that such amazing talents and accomplish-\\nments were to be cramped and buried under a doctor s\\nwig. He had a sovereign contempt for the healing art,\\nhaving never had any other physician than the butcher.\\nHe bore a mortal grudge to all kinds of study also, ever\\nsince he had been flogged about an unintelligible book\\nwhen he was a boy. But to think that a young fellow\\nlike Dolph, of such wonderful abilities, who could shoot,\\nfish, run, jump, ride, and wrestle, should be obliged to roll\\npills and administer juleps for a living twas monstrous!\\nHe told Dolph never to despair, but to throw physic to\\nthe dogs for a young fellow of his prodigious talents\\ncould never fail to make his way. As you seem to have\\nno acquaintance in Albany, said Heer Antony, you shall\\ngo home with me, and remain under my roof until you can\\nlook about you and in the meantime we can take an occa-\\nsional bout at shooting and fishing, for it is a pity such\\ntalents should lie idle.\\nDolph, who was at the mercy of chance, was not hard\\nto be persuaded. Indeed, on turning over matters in his\\nmind, which he did very sagely and deliberately, he could\\nnot but think that Antony Vander Heyden was, somehow\\nor other, connected with the story of the Haunted House\\nthat the misadventure in the highlands, which had thrown\\nthem so strangely together, was, somehow or other, to\\nwork out something good in short, there is nothing so\\nBout Note 29.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "76\\nDolph Heyliger.\\nconvenient as this somehow or other way of accommo-\\ndating one s self to circumstances it is the main-stay of a\\nheedless actor, a tardy reasoner, like Dolph Heyliger and\\nhe who can, in this loose, easy way, link foregone evil to\\nanticipated good, possesses a secret of happiness almost\\nequal to the philosopher s stone.\\nOn their arrival at Albany, the sight of Dolph s com-\\npanion seemed to cause universal satisfaction. Many were\\nthe greetings at the river side, and the salutations in the\\nThe Vander Heyden Mansion. Albany.\\nstreets the dogs bounded before him the boys whooped\\nas he passed everybody seemed to know Antony Vander\\nHeyden. Dolph followed on in silence, admiring the neat-\\nness of this worthy burgh for in those days Albany was\\nin all its glory, and inhabited almost exclusively by the\\ndescendants of the original Dutch settlers, not having as\\nyet been discovered and colonized by the restless people\\nof New England. Everything was quiet and orderly\\nPhilosopher s stone supposed to have the power of turning common met-\\nals into gold.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "Dolph Heyliger. ^y\\neverything was conducted calmly and leisurely no hurry,\\nno bustle, no struggling and scrambling for existence.\\nThe grass grew about the unpaved streets, and relieved\\nthe eye by its refreshing verdure. Tall sycamores or pen-\\ndent willows shaded the houses, with caterpillars swinging,\\nin long silken strings, from their branches, or moths, flut-\\ntering about like coxcombs, in joy at their gay transforma-\\ntion. The houses were built in the old Dutch style, with\\nthe gable-ends towards the street. The thrifty housewife\\nwas seated on a bench before her door, in close crimped\\ncap, bright flowered gown, and white apron, busily em-\\nployed in knitting. The husband smoked his pipe on the\\nopposite bench, and the little pet negro girl, seated on the\\nstep at her mistress feet, was industriously plying her nee-\\ndle. The swallows sj^orted about the eaves, or skimmed\\nalong the streets, and brought back some rich booty for\\ntheir clamorous young and the little housekeeping wren\\nflew in and out of a liliputian house, or an old hat nailed\\nagainst the wall. The cows were coming home, lowing\\nthrough the streets, to be milked at their owner s door\\nand if, perchance, there were any loiterers, some negro\\nurchin, with a long goad, was gently urging them home-\\nwards.\\nAs Dolph s companion passed on, he received a tran-\\nquil nod from the burghers, and a friendly word from their\\nwives all calling him familiarly by the name of Antony\\nfor it was the custom in this stronghold of the patriarchs,\\nwhere they had all grown up together from childhood, to\\ncall each other by the Christian name. The Heer did\\nnot pause to have his usual jokes with them, for he was\\nimpatient to reach his home. At length they arrived at\\nLiliptitians the tiny people. Described by Jonathan Swift in Gulliver s\\nTravels.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "78\\nDolph Heyliger.\\nhis mansion. It was of some magnitude, in the Dutch\\nstyle, with large iron figures on the gables, that gave the\\ndate of its erection, and showed that it had been built in\\nthe earliest times of the settlement.\\nThe news of Heer Antony s arrival had preceded him\\nand the whole household was on the look-out. A crew\\nof negroes, large and small, had collected in front of the\\nhouse to receive him. The old, white-headed ones, who had\\nVander Heyden and Dolph arrive at Albany.\\ngrown gray in his service, grinned for joy and made many\\nawkward bows and grimaces, and the little ones capered\\nabout his knees. But the most happy being in the house-\\nhold was a little, plump, blooming lass, his only child, and\\nthe darling of his heart. She came bounding out of the\\nhouse but the sight of a strange young man with her\\nfather called up, for a moment, all the bashfulness of a\\nhomebred damsel. Dolph gazed at her with wonder and\\nIn the Dutch style Note 30.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "Dolph Heyliger. 79\\ndelight never had he seen, as he thought, anything so\\ncomely in the shape of woman. She was dressed in the\\ngood old Dutch taste, with long stays, and full short petti-\\ncoats. Her hair, turned up under a small round cap, dis-\\nplayed the fairness of her forehead she had fine, blue,\\nlaughing eyes, a trim, slender waist, in a word, she was a\\nlittle Dutch divinity and Dolph, who never stopt half-way\\nin a new impulse, fell desperately in love with her.\\nDolph was now ushered into the house with a hearty\\nwelcome. In the interior was a mingled display of Heer\\nAntony s taste and habits, and of the opulence of his\\npredecessors. The chambers were furnished with good old\\nmahogany the beaufets and cupboards glittered with em-\\nbossed silver and painted china. Over the parlor fireplace\\nwas, as usual, the family coat-of-arms painted and framed\\nabove which was a long duck fowling-piece, flanked by an\\nIndian pouch and a powder-horn. The room was decorated\\nwith many Indian articles, such as pipes of peace, toma-\\nhawks, scalping-knives, hunting-pouches, and belts of wam-\\npum and there were various kinds of fishing tackle, and\\ntwo or three fowling-pieces in the corners. The house-\\nhold affairs seemed to be conducted, in some measure,\\nafter the master s humors corrected, perhaps, by a little\\nquiet management of the daughter s. There was a great\\ndegree of patriarchal simpHcity, and good-humored indul-\\ngence. The negroes came into the room without being\\ncalled, merely to look at their master, and hear of his\\nadventures; they would stand listening at the door until\\nhe had finished a story, and then go off on a broad grin,\\nto repeat it in the kitchen. A couple of pet negro chil-\\ndren were playing about the floor with the dogs, and shar-\\ning with them their bread and butter. All the domestics\\nBeaufets: (French) sideboards. Now written buffets.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "8o Dolph Heyliger.\\nlooked hearty and happy and when the table was set for\\nthe evening repast, the variety and abundance of good\\nhousehold luxuries bore testimony to the open-handed lib-\\nerality of the Heer, and the notable housewifery of his\\ndaughter.\\nIn the evening there dropped in several of the worthies\\nof the place, the Van Renssellaers, and the Gansevoorts,\\nand the Rosebooms, and others of Antony Vander Hey-\\nden s intimates, to hear an account of his expedition for\\nhe was the Sindbad of Albany, and his exploits and ad-\\nventures were favorite topics of conversation among the\\ninhabitants. While these sat gossiping together about the\\ndoor of the hall, and telling long twilight stories, Dolph\\nwas cosily seated, entertaining the daughter on a window-\\nbench. He had already got on intimate terms for those\\nwere not times of false reserve and idle ceremony and,\\nbesides, there is something wonderfully propitious to a\\nlover s suit, in the delightful dusk of a long summer even-\\ning it gives courage to the most timid tongue, and hides\\nthe blushes of the bashful. The stars alone twinkled\\nbrightly and now and then a fire-fly streamed his tran-\\nsient light before the window, or, wandering into the room,\\nflew gleaming about the ceiling.\\nWhat Dolph whispered in her ear, that long summer\\nevening, it is impossible to say his words were so low and\\nindistinct, that they never reached the ear of the historian.\\nIt is probable, however, that they were to the purpose\\nfor he had a natural talent at pleasing the sex. In the\\nmeantime, the visitors, one by one, departed Antony\\nVander Heyden, who had fairly talked himself silent, sat\\nnodding alone in his chair by the door, when he was sud-\\ndenly aroused by a hearty salute with which Dolph Heyli-\\nSindbad the story of Sindbad the sailor in the Arabia^i Nights.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "Dolph Heyliger. 8i\\nger had unguardedly rounded off one of his periods, and\\nwhich echoed through the still chamber like the report of\\na pistol. The Heer started up, rubbed his eyes, called for\\nlights, and observed, that it was high time to go to bed\\nthough, on parting for the night, he squeezed Dolph heartily\\nby the hand, looked kindly in his face, and shook his head\\nknowingly for the Heer well remembered what he him-\\nself had been at the youngster s age.\\nThe chamber in which our hero was lodged was spa-\\ncious, and panelled with oak. It was furnished with\\nclothes-presses, and mighty chests of drawers, well waxed,\\nand glittering with brass ornaments. These contained\\nample stock of family linen for the Dutch housewives had\\nalways a laudable pride in showing off their household\\ntreasures to strangers.\\nDolph s mind, however, was too full to take particular\\nnote of the objects around him; yet he could not help\\ncontinually comparing the free, open-hearted cheeriness\\nof this establishment with the starveling, sordid, joyless\\nhousekeeping at Doctor Knipperhausen s. Still, some-\\nthing marred the enjoyment; the idea that he must take\\nleave of his hearty host and pretty hostess and cast him-\\nself once more adrift upon the world. To linger here\\nwould be folly he should only get deeper in love and\\nfor a poor varlet like himself to aspire to the daughter of\\nthe great Heer Vander Heyden it was madness to think\\nof such a thing! The very kindness that the girl had\\nshown towards him prompted him, on reflection, to hasten\\nhis departure it would be a poor return for the frank\\nhospitality of his host to entangle his daughter s heart\\nin an injudicious attachment. In a word, Dolph was like\\nmany other young reasoners, of exceeding good hearts and\\nHousehold treasures Note 31,", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "82 Dolph Heyliger.\\ngiddy heads, who think after they act, and act differently\\nfrom what they think who make excellent determinations\\novernight and forget to keep them the next morning.\\nThis is a fine conclusion, truly, of my voyage, said\\nhe, as he almost buried himself in a sumptuous feather-\\nbed, and drew the fresh white sheets up to his chin.\\nHere am I, instead of finding a bag of money to carry\\nhome, launched in a strange place with scarcely a stiver in\\nmy pocket; and, what is worse, have jumped ashore up\\nto my very ears in love into the bargain. However,\\nadded he, after some pause, stretching himself and turn-\\ning himself in bed, I m in good quarters for the present,\\nat least; so I ll e en enjoy the present moment, and let\\nthe next take care of itself I dare say all will work out,\\nsomehow or other, for the best.\\nAs he said these words, he reached out his hand to\\nextinguish the candle, when he was suddenly struck with\\nastonishment and dismay, for he thought he beheld the\\nphantom of the haunted house staring on him from a\\ndusky part of the chamber. A second look reassured him,\\nas he perceived that what he had taken for the spectre\\nwas, in fact, nothing but a Flemish portrait, hanging in a\\nshadowy corner just behind a clothes-press. It was, how-\\never, the precise representation of his nightly visitor. The\\nsame cloak and belted jerkin. The same grizzled beard\\nand iixed eye, the same broad slouched hat, with a feather\\nhanging over one side. Dolph now called to mind the\\nresemblance he had frequently remarked between his\\nhost and the old man of the haunted house and was fully\\nconvinced they were in some way connected, and that\\nStiver a Dutch coin worth about two cents.\\nThe phantom of the haunted house Note 32.\\nJerkin jacket, or short coat.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "Dolph Heyliger.\\n83\\nsome especial destiny had governed his voyage. He lay\\ngazing on the portrait with almost as much awe as he had\\ngazed on the ghostly original, until the shrill house-clock\\nwarned him of the lateness of the hour. He put out the\\nlight but remained for a long time turning over these\\ncurious circumstances and coincidences in his mind, until\\nhe fell asleep. His dreams partook of the nature of his\\nwaking thoughts. He fancied that he still lay gazing on\\nthe picture, until, by degrees, it became animated that\\nthe figure descended from the wall and walked out of the\\nroom that he followed it and found himself by the well,\\nto which the old man pointed, smiled on him, and disap-\\npeared.\\nIn the morning when he waked, he found his host stand-\\ning by his bedside, who gave\\nhim a hearty morning s saluta-\\ntion, and asked him how he\\nhad slept. Dolph answered\\ncheerily but took occasion to\\ninquire about the portrait that\\nhung against the wall. Ah,\\nsaid Heer Antony, that s a\\nportrait of old Kilhan Vander\\nSpiegel, once a burgomaster\\nof Amsterdam, who, on some\\npopular troubles abandoned\\nHolland, and came over to the\\nprovince during the govern-\\nment of Peter Stuyvesant.\\nHe was my ancestor by the\\nmother s side, and an old\\nmiserly curmudgeon he was. When the EngHsh took pos-\\nPeter Siuyvesani Note 33.\\nPeter Siuyvesant.\\nAfter the portrait from life in the pos-\\nsession of the New York Historical\\nSociety.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "84 Dolph Heyliger.\\nsession of New Amsterdam in 1664, he retired into the coun-\\ntry. He fell into a melancholy, apprehending that his\\nwealth would be taken from him and he come to beggary.\\nHe turned all his property into cash, and used to hide it\\naway. He was for a year or two concealed in various\\nplaces, fancying himself sought after by the English, to\\nstrip him of his wealth and finally was found dead in\\nhis bed one morning, without any one being able to dis-\\ncover where he had concealed the greater part of his\\nmoney.\\nWhen his host had left the room, Dolph remained for\\nsome time lost in thought. His whole mind was occupied\\nby what he had heard. Vander Spiegel was his mother s\\nfamily name and he recollected to have heard her speak\\nof this very Killian Vander Spiegel as one of her ances-\\ntors. He had heard her say, too, that her father was\\nKillian s rightful heir, only that the old man died without\\nleaving anything to be inherited. It now appeared that\\nHeer Antony was likewise a descendant, and perhaps an\\nheir also, of this poor rich man and that thus the Hey-\\nligers and the Vander Heydens were remotely connected.\\nWhat, thought he, if, after all, this is the interpreta-\\ntion of my dream, that this is the way I am to make my\\nfortune by this voyage to Albany, and that I am to find\\nthe old man s hidden wealth in the bottom of that well\\nBut what an odd, round-about mode of communicating the\\nmatter Why the plague could not the old goblin have\\ntold me about the well at once, without sending me all the\\nway to Albany to hear a story that was to send me all\\nthe way back again\\nThese thoughts passed through his mind while he was\\ndressing. He descended the stairs, full of perplexity,\\nwhen the bright face of Marie Vander Heyden suddenly", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "Dolph Heyliger. 85\\nbeamed in smiles upon him, and seemed to give him a\\nclew to the whole mystery. After all, thought he, the\\nold goblin is in the right. If I am to get his wealth,\\nhe means that I shall marry his pretty descendant thus\\nboth branches of the family will be again united, and the\\nproperty go on in the proper channel.\\nNo sooner did this idea enter his head, than it carried\\nconviction with it. He was now all impatience to hurry\\nback and secure the treasure, which, he did not doubt, lay\\nat the bottom of the well, and which he feared every\\nmoment might be discovered by some other person.\\nWho knows, thought he, but this night-walking old\\nfellow of the haunted house may be in the habit of haunt-\\ning every visitor, and may give a hint to some shrewder\\nfellow than myself, who will take a shorter cut to the well\\nthan by the way of Albany He wished a thousand\\ntimes that the babbling old ghost was laid in the Red Sea,\\nand his rambling portrait with him. He was in a perfect\\nfever to depart. Two or three days elapsed before any\\nopportunity presented for returning down the river. They\\nwere ages to Dolph, notwithstanding that he was basking\\nin the smiles of the pretty Marie, and daily getting more\\nand more enamoured.\\nAt length the very sloop from which he had been\\nknocked overboard, prepared to make sail. Dolph made\\nan awkward apology to his host for his sudden departure.\\nAntony Vander Heyden was sorely astonished. He had\\nconcerted half-a-dozen excursions into the wilderness\\nand his Indians were actually preparing for a grand expe-\\ndition to one of the lakes. He took Dolph aside, and\\nexerted his eloquence to get him to abandon all thoughts\\nof business, and to remain with him, but in vain and he\\nat length gave up the attempt, observing, that it was a", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "86 Dolph Heyliger.\\nthousand pities so fine a young man should throw himself\\naway. Heer Antony, however, gave him a hearty shake\\nby the hand at parting, with a favorite fowling-piece, and\\nan invitation to come to his house whenever he revisited\\nAlbany. The pretty little Marie said nothing but as he\\ngave her a farewell kiss, her dimpled cheek turned pale,\\nand a tear stood in her eye.\\nDolph sprang lightly on board of the vessel. They\\nhoisted sail the wind was fair they soon lost sight of\\nAlbany, its green hills, and embowered islands. They\\nwere wafted gayly past the Kaatskill mountains, whose\\nfairy heights were bright and cloudless. They passed\\nprosperously through the highlands, without any molesta-\\ntion from the Dunderberg gobhn and his crew; they swept\\non across Haverstraw Bay, and by Croton Point, and\\nthrough the Tappaan Zee, and under the Palisadoes, until,\\nin the afternoon of the third day, they saw the promontory\\nof Hoboken, hanging like a cloud in the air and, shortly\\nafter, the roofs of the Manhattoes rising out of the water.\\nDolph s first care was to repair to his mother s house\\nfor he was continually goaded by the idea of the uneasiness\\nshe must experience on his account. He was puzzling his\\nbrains, as he went along, to think how he should account\\nfor his absence, without betraying the secrets of the\\nhaunted house. In the midst of these cogitations, he en-\\ntered the street in which his mother s house was situated,\\nwhen he was thunderstruck at beholding it a heap of\\nruins.\\nThere had evidently been a great fire, which had de-\\nstroyed several large houses, and the humble dwelling of\\npoor Dame Heyliger had been involved in the conflagra-\\ntion. The walls were not so completely destroyed but that\\nFairy heights Note 34,", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "The Kaatskills.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "88 Dolph Heyliger.\\nDolph could distinguish some traces of the scene of his\\nchildhood. The fireplace, about which he had often played,\\nstill remained, ornamented with Dutch tiles, illustrating\\npassages in Bible history, on which he had many a time\\ngazed with admiration. Among the rubbish lay the wreck\\nof the good dame s elbow-chair, from which she had given\\nhim so many a wholesome precept and hard by it was the\\nfamily Bible, with brass clasps; now, alas! reduced almost\\nto a cinder.\\nFor a moment Dolph was overcome by this dismal sight,\\nfor he was seized with the fear that his mother had per-\\nished in the flames. He was relieved, however, from this\\nhorrible apprehension, by one of the neighbors who hap-\\npened to come by, and informed him that his mother was\\nyet alive.\\nThe good woman had, indeed, lost everything by this\\nunlooked for calamity for the populace had been so in-\\ntent upon saving the fine furniture of her rich neighbors,\\nthat the little tenement, and the little all of poor Dame\\nHeyliger, had been suffered to consume without interrup-\\ntion nay, had it not been for the gallant assistance of her\\nold crony, Peter de Groodt, the worthy dame and her cat\\nmight have shared the fate of their habitation.\\nAs it was, she had been overcome with fright and afflic-\\ntion, and lay ill in body, and sick at heart. The public,\\nhowever, had showed her its wonted kindness. The furni-\\nture of her rich neighbors being, as far as possible, rescued\\nfrom the flames themselves duly and ceremoniously visited\\nand condoled with on the injury of their property, and\\ntheir ladies commiserated on the agitation of their nerves\\nthe public, at length, began to recollect something about\\npoor Dame Heyliger. She forthwith became again a sub-\\nject of universal sympathy; everybody pitied her more", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "Dolph Heyliger. 89\\nthan ever; and if pity could but have been coined into\\ncash good Lord how rich she would have been\\nIt was now determined, in good earnest, that something\\nought to be done for her without delay. The Dominie,\\ntherefore, put up prayers for her on Sunday, in which all\\nthe congregation joined most heartily. Even Cobus Groes-\\nbeek, the alderman, and Mynheer Milledollar, the great\\nDutch merchant, stood up in their pews, and did not spare\\ntheir voices on the occasion and it was thought the pray-\\ners of such great men could not but have their due weight.\\nDoctor Knipperhausen, too, visited her professionally, and\\ngave her abundance of advice gratis, and was universally\\nlauded for his charity. As to her old friend, Peter de\\nGroodt, he was a poor man, whose pity, and prayers, and\\nadvice could be of but little avail, so he gave her all that\\nwas in his power he gave her shelter.\\nTo the humble dwelhng of Peter de Groodt, then, did\\nDolph turn his steps. On his way thither, he recalled all\\nthe tenderness and kindness of his simple-hearted parent,\\nher indulgence of his errors, her blindness to his faults\\nand then he bethought himself of his own idle, harum-\\nscarum life. I ve been a sad scapegrace, said Dolph,\\nshaking his head sorrowfully. I ve been a complete sink-\\npocket, that s the truth of it But, added he, briskly,\\nand clasping his hands, only let her live only let her\\nlive and I ll show myself indeed a son\\nAs Dolph approached the house, he met Peter de Groodt\\ncoming out of it. The old man started back aghast, doubt-\\ning whether it was not a ghost that stood before him. It\\nbeing bright daylight, however, Peter soon plucked up\\nheart, satisfied that no ghost dare show his face in such\\nclear sunshine. Dolph now learned from the worthy sex-\\nSink-pocket spendthrift.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "go Dolph Heyliger.\\nton the consternation and rumor to which his mysterious\\ndisappearance had given rise. It had been universally\\nbelieved that he had been spirited away by those hobgoblin\\ngentry that infested the haunted house and old Abraham\\nVandozer, who lived by the great buttonwood-trees, near\\nthe three-mile stone, affirmed, that he had heard a terrible\\nnoise in the air, as he was going home late at night, which\\nseemed just as if a flock of wild geese were overhead,\\npassing off towards the northward. The haunted house\\nwas, in consequence, looked upon with ten times more awe\\nthan ever nobody would venture to pass a night in it for\\nthe world, and even the doctor had ceased to make his\\nexpeditions to it in the daytime.\\nIt required some preparation before Dolph s return could\\nbe made known to his mother, the poor soul having bewailed\\nhim as lost and her spirits having been sorely broken down\\nby a number of comforters, who daily cheered her with\\nstories of ghosts, and of people carried away by the devil.\\nHe found her confined to her bed, with the other member\\nof the Heyliger family, the good dame s cat, purring\\nbeside her, but sadly singed, and utterly despoiled of those\\nwhiskers which were the glory of her physiognomy. The\\npoor woman threw her arms about Dolph s neck My\\nboy my boy art thou still alive For a time she\\nseemed to have forgotten all her losses and troubles in her\\njoy at his return. Even the sage grimalkin showed indu-\\nbitable signs of joy, at the return of the youngster. She\\nsaw, perhaps, that they were a forlorn and undone family,\\nand felt a touch of that kindliness which fellow-sufferers\\nonly know. But, in truth, cats are a slandered people\\nthey have more affection in them than the world commonly\\ngives them credit for.\\nThe good dame s eyes glistened as she saw one being, at]", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "Dolph Heyliger. 91\\nleast, beside herself, rejoiced at her son s return. Tib\\nknows thee poor dumb beast said she, smoothing down\\nthe mottled coat of her favorite then recollecting herself,\\nwith a melancholy shake of the head, Ah, my poor\\nDolph! exclaimed she, thy mother can help thee no\\nlonger. She (!an no longer help herself! What will\\nbecome of thee, my poor boy\\nMother, said Dolph, don t talk in that strain; I ve\\nbeen too long a charge upon you it s now my part to take\\ncare of you in your old days. Come be of good heart\\nyou, and I, and Tib, will all see better days. I m here,\\nyou see, young, and sound, and hearty then don t let us\\ndespair I dare say things will all, somehow or other, turn\\nout for the best.\\nWhile this scene was going on with the Heyliger family,\\nthe news was carried to Doctor Knipperhausen, of the safe\\nreturn of his disciple. The little doctor scarcely knew\\nwhether to rejoice or be sorry at the tidings. He was\\nhappy at having the foul reports which had prevailed con-\\ncerning his country mansion thus disproved; but he grieved\\nat having his disciple, of whom he had supposed himself\\nfairly disencumbered, thus drifting back, a heavy charge\\nupon his hands. While balancing between these two feel-\\nings, he was determined by the counsels of Frau Ilsy, who\\nadvised him to take advantage of the truant absence of the\\nyoungster, and shut the door upon him forever.\\nAt the hour of bedtime, therefore, when it was supposed\\nthe recreant disciple would seek his old quarters, every-\\nthing was prepared for his reception. Dolph, having\\ntalked his mother into a state of tranquillity, sought the\\nmansion of his quondam master, and raised the knocker\\nwith a faltering hand. Scarcely, however, had it given a\\nQuondam: (Latin) former.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "92 Dolph Heyliger.\\ndubious rap, when the doctor s head, in a red nightcap,\\npopped out of one window, and the housekeeper s, in a\\nwhite nightcap, out of another. He was now greeted with\\na tremendous volley of hard names and hard language,\\nmingled with invaluable pieces of advice, such as are\\nseldom ventured to be given excepting to a friend in\\ndistress, or a culprit at the bar. In a few moments not\\na window in the street but had its particular nightcap,\\nlistening to the shrill treble of Frau Ilsy, and the guttural\\ncroaking of Dr. Knipperhausen and the word went from\\nwindow to window, Ah here s Dolph Heyliger come\\nback, and at his old pranks again. In short, poor Dolph\\nfound he was likely to get nothing from the doctor but\\ngood advice a commodity so abundant as even to be\\nthrown out of a window so he was fain to beat a retreat,\\nand take up his quarters for the night under the lowly\\nroof of honest Peter de Groodt.\\nThe next morning, bright and early, Dolph was out at\\nthe haunted house. Everything looked just as he had\\nleft it. The fields were grass grown and matted and\\nappeared as if nobody had traversed them since his depar-\\nture. With palpitating heart, he hastened to the well.\\nHe looked down into it, and saw that it was of great depth,\\nwith water at the bottom. He had provided himself with\\na strong line, such as the fishermen use on the banks of\\nNewfoundland. At the end was a heavy plummet and a\\nlarge fish-hook. With this he began to sound the bottom\\nof the well, and to angle about in the water. The water\\nwas of some depth there was also much rubbish, stones\\nfrom the top having fallen in. Several times his hook got\\nentangled, and he came near breaking his line. Now and\\nthen, too, he hauled up mere trash, such as the skull of a\\nhorse, an iron hoop, and a shattered iron-bound bucket.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "Dolph Heyliger. 93\\nHe had now been several hours employed without finding\\nanything to repay his trouble, or to encourage him to pro-\\nceed. He began to think himself a great fool, to be thus\\ndecoyed into a wild-goose chase by mere dreams, and was\\non the point of throwing line and all into the well, and\\ngiving up all further angling.\\nOne more cast of the line, said he, and that shall be\\nthe last. As he sounded, he felt the plummet slip, as it\\nwere, through the interstices of loose stones and as he\\ndrew back the line, he felt that the hook had taken hold of\\nsomething heavy. He had to manage his line with great\\ncaution, lest it should be broken by the strain upon it. By\\ndegrees, the rubbish which lay upon the article he had\\nhooked gave way he drew it to the surface of the water,\\nand what was his rapture at seeing something like silver\\nglittering at the end of his line Almost breathless with\\nanxiety, he drew it up to the mouth of the well, surprised\\nat its great weight, and fearing every instant that his hook\\nwould slip from its hold, and his prize tumble again to the\\nbottom. At length he landed it safe beside the well.\\nIt was a great silver porringer, of ancient form, richly em-\\nbossed, and with armorial bearings engraved on each side,\\nsimilar to those over his mother s mantel-piece. The lid\\nwas fastened down by several twists of wire Dolph loos-\\nened them with a trembling hand, and on lifting the lid,\\nbehold the vessel was filled with broad golden pieces, of\\na coinage which he had never seen before It was evident\\nhe had Ht on the place where Killian Vander Spiegel had\\nconcealed his treasure.\\nFearful of being seen by some straggler, he cautiously\\nretired, and buried his pot of money in a secret place. He\\nnow spread terrible stories about the haunted house, and\\nArmorial bearings figures of a coat-of-arms.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "94 Dolph Heyliger.\\ndeterred every one from approaching it, while he made\\nfrequent visits to it in stormy days, when no one was\\nstirring in the neighboring fields though, to tell the truth,\\nhe did not care to venture there in the dark. For once in\\nhis life he was diligent and industrious, and followed up his\\nnew trade of angling with such perseverance and success,\\nthat in a little while he had hooked up wealth enough to\\nmake him, in those moderate days, a rich burgher for\\nlife.\\nIt would be tedious to detail minutely the rest of this\\nstory. To tell how he gradually managed to bring his\\nproperty into use without exciting surprise and inquiry\\nhow he satisfied all scruples with regard to retaining the\\nproperty, and at the same time gratified his own feelings,\\nby marrying the pretty Marie Vander Heyden and how\\nhe and Heer Antony had many a merry and roving expe-\\ndition together.\\nI must not omit to say, however, that Dolph took his\\nmother home to live with him, and cherished her in her old\\ndays. The good dame, too, had the satisfaction of no\\nlonger hearing her son made the theme of censure on the\\ncontrary, he grew daily in public esteem everybody spoke\\nwell of him and his wines, and the lordliest burgomaster\\nwas never known to decline his invitation to dinner.\\nDolph often related, at his own table, the wicked pranks\\nwhich had once been the adhorrence of the town but\\nthey were now considered excellent jokes, and the gravest\\ndignitary was fain to hold his sides when listening to them.\\nNo one was more struck with Dolph s increasing merit,\\nthan his old master the doctor and so forgiving was\\nDolph, that he absolutely employed the doctor as his\\nfamily physician, only taking care that his prescriptions\\nshould be always thrown out of the window. His mother", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "Dolph Heyliger. 95\\nhad often her junto of old cronies to take a snug cup of\\ntea with her in her comfortable little parlor and Peter de\\nGroodt, as he sat by the fireside, with one of her grand-\\nchildren on his knee, would many a time congratulate her\\nupon her son turning out so great a man upon which the\\ngood old soul would wag her head with exultation, and ex-\\nclaim, Ah, neighbor, neighbor did I not say that Dolph\\nwould one day or other hold up his head with the best of\\nthem\\nThus did Dolph Heyhger go on, cheerily and prosper-\\nously, growing merrier as he grew older and wiser, and\\ncompletely falsifying the old proverb about money got\\nover the devil s back for he made good use of his wealth,\\nand became a distinguished citizen, and a valuable member\\nof the community. He was a great promoter of public in-\\nstitutions, such as beef-steak societies and catch-clubs. He\\npresided at all public dinners, and was the first that intro-\\nduced turtle from the West Indies. He improved the breed\\nof race-horses and game-cocks, and was so great a patron\\nof modest merit, that any one who could sing a good song,\\nor tell a good story, was sure to find a place at his table.\\nHe was a member, too, of the corporation, made several\\nlaws for the protection of game and oysters, and bequeathed\\nto the board a large silver punch-bowl, made out of the\\nidentical porringer before mentioned, and which is in the\\npossession of the corporation to this very day.\\nFinally, he died, in a florid old age, of an apoplexy, at a\\ncorporation feast, and was buried with great honors in the\\nyard of the little Dutch church in Garden-street, where\\nhis tombstone may still be seen, with a modest epitaph in\\nJunto (Spanish) an assembly.\\nOver the deviPs back what is gotten over the devil s back is spent under\\nhis belly.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "96\\nDolph Heyliger.\\nDutch, by his friend Mynheer Justus Benson, an ancient\\nand excellent poet of the province.\\nThe foregoing tale rests on better authority than most\\ntales of the kind, as I have it at second hand from the lips\\nof Dolph Heyliger himself. He never related it till towards\\nthe latter part of his life, and then in great confidence, (for\\nhe was very discreet,) to a few of his particular cronies at\\nhis own table, over a supernumerary bowl of punch and,\\nstrange as the hobgoblin parts of the story may seem, there\\nnever was a single doubt expressed on the subject by any\\nof his guests. It may not be amiss, before concluding, to\\nobserve that, in addition to his other accomplishments,\\nDolph Heyliger was noted for being the ablest drawer of\\nthe long-bow in the whole province.\\nDutch Pleasure Wagon.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "xNOTES.\\nNote i, p. i. IVeiv York. What is now called New York was once\\nthe home of the famous Iroquois Indians.\\nIn 1609, the great English navigator, Hendrick Hudson, in the ser-\\nvice of the Dutch East India Company, came sailing up the Mohican\\nRiver (now bearing Hudson s name), in quest of a northwest passage\\nto China. He explored in his ship called the Half-Moon as far as the\\npresent site of Albany. Knicl^erbocker s History of New York,\\nBook II., Chap, i.)\\nMany Dutch trading-posts were soon set up along the river by the\\nDutch West India Company. These Dutch called their province New\\nNetherland, and its chief city New Amsterdam, in memory of the prov-\\nince and its capital city far across the Atlantic. The most northern\\ntrading-post was called New Orange, in honor of the famous Prince of\\nOrange of the old Netherlands.\\nIn 1664 the English forced the Dutch, then under the brave \u00e2\u0096\u00a0silver-\\nlegged Peter Stuyvesant (cf. p. in), to surrender their settlements,\\ndeclaring them to be theirs by right of\\ndiscovery, through the Pilgrims in 1620,\\nand even through the Cabots as far\\nback as in 1497.\\nThe English took possession in the\\nname of the Duke of York and Albany,\\nafterward James II. In honor of this\\nduke, New Netherland and New Amster-\\ndam were renamed New York, and New\\nOrange became Albany.\\nOnce only did the Dutch regain their\\npower (1672-1674). Then the English\\nagain got control and held it until the\\nclose of the American Revolution.\\nNote 2, p. i. Lord Cornbury. Of\\nall the tyrannical English governors in\\nthe earlier times of the province of New\\nYork, not one, perhaps, was a bigger\\ntyrant than Lord Cornbury. (1702- 1708.)\\nNote 3, p. 2. little old city of the Manhattoes. The whole\\ncity then lay below the present Wall Street. The map facing page i\\nmay be helpful in emphasizing this littleness.\\n97\\nLord Cornbury.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "98 Notes.\\nAs an early specimen of Irving s taking humor, the following account\\nof the founding of the city may be quoted from his Knickerbocker s\\nHistory of New York (Book II., Chaps. 6-8).\\nThe name most current at the present day, and which is likewise\\ncountenanced by the great historian, Vander Donck, is Manhattan,\\nwhich is said to have originated in a custom among the squaws, in the\\nearly settlement, of wearing men s hats, as is still done among many\\ntribes. Hence, as we are told by an old governor who was somewhat\\nof a wag, and flourished almost a century since, and paid a visit to the\\nwits of Philadelphia, hence arose the appellation of Man-hat-on, first\\ngiven to the Indians, and afterward to the island a stupid joke\\nbut well enough for a governor.\\nThe name Manhattoes is also said to be derived from the great\\nIndian spirit Manetho, who was supposed to make this island his fiivor-\\nite abode on account of its uncommon delights. For the Indian tradi-\\ntions affirm that the bay was once a translucid lake, filled with silver\\nand golden fish, in the midst of which lay this beautiful island, covered\\nwith every variety of fruits and flowers but that the sudden irruption\\nof the Hudson laid waste these blissful scenes, and Manetho took his\\nflight beyond the great waters of the Ontario.\\nYet is there another name which I particularly delight in, as at\\nonce poetical, melodious, and significant, and which we have on the\\nauthority of Master Juet, who in his account of the great Hudson, calls\\nthis Manna-hata that is to say, the island of Manna or, in other\\nwords, a land flowing with milk and honey.\\nTo the pleasant island of Manna-hata, it was solemnly resolved that\\nthe seat of Empire should be removed from the green shores of Pa-\\nvonia. This memorable migration took place on the first of May, and\\nwas long cited in tradition as tlie grand 7noving. The anniversary of\\nit was piously observed among the sons of the pilgrims of Com-\\nmunipaw by turning their houses topsy-turvy and carrying all the\\nfurniture through the streets, in emblem of the swarming of the parent\\nhive; and this is the real origin of the universal agitation and moving\\nby which this most restless of cities is literally turned out of doors on\\nevery May day.\\nAs the little squadron from Communipaw drew near to the shores of\\nManna-hata, a sachem, at the head of the band of warriors, appeared to\\noppose their landing. Some of the most zealous of the pilgrims were\\nfor chastising this insolence with powder and ball, according to the\\napproved mode of discoverers but the sage Oloffe Van Kortlandt gave\\nthem the significant sign of St. Nicholas, laying his finger beside his\\nnose and winking hard with one eye whereupon his followers perceived", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "Notes. 99\\nthat something sagacious was in the wind. He now addressed the\\nIndians in the blandest terms and made such a temptmg display of\\nbeads, hawks bells, and red blankets, that he was soon permitted to\\nland, and a great land speculation ensued. And here let me give\\nthe true story of the original purchase of the site of this renowned\\ncity, about which so much has been said and written. Some affirm\\nthat the first cost was but sixty guilders. The learned Dominie\\nHeckwelder records a tradition that the Dutch discoverers bargained\\nfor only so much land as the hide of a bullock would cover but\\nthat they cut the hide in strips no thicker than a child s finger, so\\nas to take in a large portion of land, and to take in the Indians into the\\nbargain. This, however, is an old fable, which the worthy Dominie\\nmay have borrowed from antiquity. The true version is, that Oloffe\\nVan Kortlandt bargained for just so much land as a man could\\ncover with his nether garments. The terms being concl-uded, he pro-\\nduced his friend. Mynheer Tenbroeck, as the man whose breeches were\\nto be used in measurement. The simple savages, whose ideas of a\\nman s nether garments had never expanded beyond the dimensions of\\na breechclout, stared with astonishment and dismay as they beheld this\\nbulbous-bottomed burgher peeled like an onion, and breeches after\\nbreeches spread forth over the land, until they covered the actual site\\nof this venerable city.\\nThe land being thus fairly purchased of the Indians, a stock-\\nade fort and trading-houses were forthwith erected on an eminence\\nin front of the place where the good St. Nicholas had appeared in a\\nvision to Oloffe the Dreamer and which was the identical place at\\npresent known as the Bowling Green.\\nAround this fort a progeny of little Dutch-built houses, with tiled\\nroofs and weathercocks, soon sprang up, nestling themselves under its\\nwalls for protection, as a brood of half-fledged chickens nestle under\\nthe wings of the mother hen. The whole was surrounded by an inclos-\\nure of strong palisades, to guard against any sudden irruption of the\\nsavages. Outside of these extended the corn fields and cabbage\\ngardens of the community, with here and there an attempt at a tobacco\\nplantation all covering those tracts of country at present called Broad-\\nway, Wall-street, Williams-street, and Pearl-street.\\nNote 4, p. 5. Peter de Groodt. This name was borrowed from that\\ngiven to the last of the Dutch dynasty, Peter Stuyvesant, after his sub-\\njugation of New Sweden by the capture of Fort Christian. I must\\nnot omit to mention, says Irving in his Knickerbocker s History,\\nthat to this far-famed victory, Peter Stuyvesant was indebted for\\nanother of his many titles for so hugely delighted were the honest\\nL. J\u00c2\u00ab 0.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "loo Notes.\\nburghers with his achievements, that they unanimously honored him\\nwith the name of Pieter de Groodt, that is to say, Peter the Great or,\\nas it was translated into English by the people of New Amsterdam, for\\nthe benefit of their New England visitors, Piet de pig -an appellation\\nwhich he maintained even unto the day of his death. Knickerbocker s\\nHistory of New York, VI., g.\\nNote 5, p. 6. Varlet. This word has become degraded in its\\nuse first, it meant merely a servant, then any inferior, then a low,\\nmean person, a rascal here it is used in a good-humoured, half\\nreproachful way.\\nNote 6, p. 8. Dr. Knipperhaiisen reappears in a rather more favorable\\nlight in the story of W olfert Webber., in the Tales of a Traveller,\\nIrving s next publication after Bracebridge Hall.\\nNote 7, p. 9. folio. Take one leaf of an ordinary newspaper\\nand fold it once, and you will get a fairly good idea of the folio,\\nwith its two leaves and four pages. Fold it twice, and you have a quarto,\\nwith its four leaves and eight pages. An unabridged dictionary is a\\nquarto volume. Fold the newspaper leaf three times and you have an\\noctavo, with its eight leaves and sixteen pages.\\nNote8, p. 10. mysterio7ts coinpoitnds in tiie preparing and ad-\\nfjiinistering of which he aliaays consulted the stars. A reference\\nto the practice of both Alchemy and Astrology. Both these arts\\nare very ancient, but they reached their height during the Middle Ages.\\nThe Astrologers believed in a knowledge of the stars as a means of\\nforetelling and influencing human events. Even to-day there are those\\nwho stand ready to extract money from the simple and superstitious by\\npretending to read their destinies in the stars casting their horo-\\nscopes, as they call it.\\nIt is not surprising that the strange notions of these two arts, through\\nthe elements of magic and mystery peculiar to them both, should grad-\\nually become mixed so that the alchemists were sometimes supposed\\nto get their knowledge by consulting the stars.\\nNote 9, p. 14. boor. Another word degraded in meaning. From\\nsimply a countryman, a farmer (like the Soutli African Boers,\\nburghers), hence one lacking the refinements of city life, it came to\\nmean any uneducated or ill-mannered person.\\nNote id, p- 15. umbrella. When Irving wrote Bracebridge Hall\\n(1822), nnd)rellas were very common. But in 1705, about the time of\\nthis story, it is probable that even the noted Dr. Knipperhaiisen carried\\nan umbrella only on state occasions. Indeed he may never have owned\\none; for we find that Jonas Hanway, born in 1712, was the first\\nman to walk the streets of London with an umbrella over his head,", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "Notes. loi\\nto protect his person from the rain. Umbrellas were known to the\\nancients, but it is somewhat surprising that they did not come into\\ngeneral use until after the middle of the i8th century.\\nNote i i, p. 20. spleen. The ancients used to believe that the spleen\\nwas the seat of anger, just as the heart was the seat of the affections, and\\nof the understanding. Hence arose the expressions, to give vent to\\none s spleen, to learn by heart, to love with all one s heart.\\nNote 12, p. 19. the Hartz Mountains. The Brocken, the highest\\nof the Hartz Mountains, was supposed to be haunted by evil spirits.\\nThis old belief is shown by the names still clinging to several odd-\\nshaped rocks, such as the Devil s Pulpit, the Witches Altar, the\\nWitches Lake, and the like. According to the legend, once a year all\\nthe evil spirits in the world assemble on the Brocken to worship their\\nmaster, the Devil.\\nNote 13, p. 22. tJic Dutch dynasty. Wouter Van Twiller (1629),\\nWilliam Kieft (1634), and Peter Stuyvesant (1647-64), the peaceful\\nreign of Walter the Doubter, the fretful reign of William the Testy, and\\nthe chrivalric reign of Peter the Headstrong. Knickerbocker s His-\\ntory of New York, VII. 13.) See p. in.\\nNote 14, p. 22. Devil s Stepping-stones. Half-submerged, rocky\\nislands which used to choke the channel of East River at Hell Gate.\\nThey have since been removed by blasting. They were so called\\nbecause once, it is said, the Devil made his escape by them from Connect-\\nicut to Long Island, across the Sound. The conduct of the expedition\\nThe Great Oyster War, under William the Testy) was intrusted to\\na valiant Dutchman, who for strength of arm was named Stoffel Brim-\\nkerhoff; that is, Stoffel the Head-breaker. This sturdy commander\\nmade good his march until he arrived in the neighborhood of Oyster\\nBay. Here he was encountered by a host of Yankee warriors, headed\\nby Preserved Fish, and Habakkuk Nutter, and Return Strong, and\\nZerubbabel Fisk, and Determined Cock at the sound of whose names\\nStoffel Brimkerhoff verily believed the whole parliament of Praise-God\\nBarebones had been let loose upon him. He soon found, however,\\nthat they were merely the selectmen of the settlement, armed with\\nno weapon but the tongue, and disposed only to meet him on the field\\nof argument. Stoffel had but one mode of arguing that was, with the\\ncudgel. But he used it with such effect that he routed his antagonists,\\nbroke up the settlement, and would have driven the inhabitants into\\nthe sea, if they had not managed to escape across the Sound to the\\nmainland by the Devil s Stepping-stones, which remain to this day\\nmonuments of the great Dutch victory over the Yankees. Knicker-\\nbocker s History of New York, IV. 6.)", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "I02 Notes.\\nNote 15, p. 22. Governor Leisler. The year 1688 was marked in\\nEngland by the downfall of James II. and Popery, followed by the\\naccession of good William and Mary, and the triumph of Protes-\\ntantism. The news of this change of government and religion, known\\nas The Glorious Revolution of 1688, was hailed in New York with\\njoy by a majority of the inhabitants. Papists holding office were at\\nonce suspended. This gave rise to very bitter feelings, and terrible\\nrumors were at once spread that the Papists were intending to take\\nsome fearful vengeance on the Protestants. This led the citizens to\\nappoint a committee of safety, who voted to place the entire authority,\\ncivil and religious, in the hands of one man, until the new governor\\nappointed by William should arrive. Their choice was Jacob Leisler,\\ncaptain of one of the military companies of the city. One of his first\\nacts was to seize fort at the lower end of the city and strengthen it\\nby a six-gunned battery. Hence the name. Battery, since given to this\\nquarter of the city (see page 58). He was forced to adopt very severe\\nmeasures, which won for him the title of The Tyrant from his\\nenemies. The opposition to him constantly increased. At last the\\ngovernor appointed by William arrived Leisler s enemies managed to\\npoison his ear with false statements, leading him to believe that Leisler\\nhad usurped the power in defiance of the king. The traitor, as he\\nwas now called, was at once dragged off to prison, tried, convicted of\\ntreason, and condemned to death. While standing on the scaffold, he\\nsaid, As a dying man I declare before God that what I have done was\\nfor King William and Queen Mary, the defence of the Protestant reli-\\ngion, and the good of the country. He is one of the earliest pat-\\nriots of America, endeavoring to found a government by the people\\nand for the people. (F or an interesting account of Leisler, see In\\nLeisler s Times, by Eldridge S. Brooks.)\\nNote 16, p. 27. traiiip tramp tramp. How do these words\\nadd to the vividness of Irving s narrative It will be found good prac-\\ntice for pupils to tell Dolph s experience in the haunted house in their\\nown words without the book, and then to compare, for action, life, feel-\\ning, choice of words, etc., their versions with the original.\\nNote 17, p. 29. an elderly man. Observe how skilfully Irving\\nselects a few characteristics to complete the picture of this man what\\nare the most striking Let the pupil try his hand at a description of\\nthis apparition from memory.\\nNote 18, p. yj. Spiking-devil (Spyt den Duyvel). When the val-\\niant Peter Stuyvesant (Pieter de Groodt) was summoned by the English\\nto surrender his beloved city, he called unto him his trusty Van Cor-\\nlear (Antony the Trumpeter), who was his right-hand man in all times", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "Notes.\\n103\\nof emergency. Him did he adjure to take his war-denouncing trumpet\\nand, mounting his horse, to beat up the country night and day, sound-\\ning the alarm along the borders, charging all to sling their powder\\nhorns, shoulder their fowling-pieces, and march merrily down to the\\nManhattoes.\\nIt was a dark and stormy night when the good Antony arrived at\\nthe creek (sagely denominated Haerlem river) which separates the\\nisland of Manna-hata from the mainland. The wind was high, the ele-\\nments were in an uproar, and no Charon could be found to ferry the\\nadventurous sounder of brass across the water. For a short time he\\nvapored like an impatient ghost upon the brink, and then bethinking\\nhimself of the urgency of his errand, he swore most valorously that he\\nwould swim across i?t spile of tJie devill (SjDyt den Duyvel) and dar-\\ningly plunged into the stream. Luckless Antony! Scarce had he\\nbuffeted half way over, when he was observed to struggle violently\\ninstinctively he put his trumpet to his mouth, and giving a vehement\\nblast sank forever to the bottom! The place, with the adjoining\\npromontory, which projects into the Hudson, has been called Spyt deti\\nDiiyvel ever since. Knickerbocker s History of New York,\\nVH. 10.)\\nNote 19, p. 38. Tappaaii Zee. In the early times of Olofle the\\nDreamer, a frontier post, a trading-post, called Fort Aurora, had been\\nestablished on the upper waters of the Hudson, precisely on the site of\\nthe present venerable city of Albany, which at the time was considered\\nat the very end of the habitable world. Now and then the com-\\npany s yacht, as it was called, was sent to the Fort with supplies, and\\nto bring away the peltries which had been purchased of the Indians.\\nIt was like an expedition to the India.s, or the North Pole, and always\\nmade great talk in the settlement. Sometimes an adventurous burgher\\nwould accompany the expedition, to the great uneasiness of his friends\\nbut, on his return, had so many stories to tell of the storms and\\ntempests on the Tappan Zee, of hobgoblins in the Highlands and at\\nthe Devil s Dans Kammer, and of all the other wonders and perils with\\nwhich the river abounded in those early days, that he deterred the less\\nadventurous inhabitants from following his example. Knicker-\\nbocker s History of New York, III. 5.)\\nCompare Peter Stuyvesant s voyage up the Hudson, beautifully\\ndescribed in the fourth chapter of the sixth book of Knickerbocker s\\nHistory of New York\\nWildness and savage majesty reigned on the borders of this mighty\\nriver the hand of cultivation had not as yet laid low the dark forest,\\nand tamed the features of the landscape nor had the frequent sail of", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "I04 Notes.\\ncommerce broken in upon the profound and awful solitude of ages. Here\\nand there might be seen a rude wigwam pitched among the cliffs of the\\nmountains, with the curling column of smoke mounting in the trans-\\nparent atmosphere but so loftily situated that the whoopings of the\\nsavage children, gamboling on the margin of the dizzy heights, fell\\nalmost as faintly on the ear as do the notes of the lark, when lost in the\\nazure vault of heaven. Now and then, from the beetling brow of some\\nprecipice, the wild deer would look timidly down upon the splendid\\npageant as it passed below and then, tossing his antlers in the air,\\nwould bound away into the thickest of the forest.\\nThrough such scenes did the stately vessel of Peter Stuyvesant pass.\\nNow did they skirt the bases of the rocky heights of Jersey, which\\nspring up like everlasting walls, reaching from the waves unto the\\nheavens, and were fashioned, if tradition may be believed, in times long\\npast, by the mighty spirit Manetho, to protect his favorite abodes from\\nthe unhallowed eyes of mortals. Now did they career it gayly across\\nthe vast expanse of Tappan Bay, whose wide-extended shores present\\na variety of delectable scenery here the bold promontory, crowned\\nwith embowering trees, advancing into the bay there the long wood-\\nland slope, sweeping up from the shore in rich luxuriance, and termi-\\nnating in the upland precipice while at a distance a long waving line\\nof rocky heights threw their gigantic shades across the water. Now\\nwould they pass where some modest little intervale opening among the\\nstupendous scenes, yet retreating as it were for protection into the\\nembraces of the neighboring mountains, displayed a rural paradise,\\nfraught with sweet pastoral beauties the velvet-tufted lawn the\\nbushy copse the tinkling rivulet, stealing through the fresh and vivid\\nverdure on whose banks were situated some little Indian village, or,\\nperadventure, the rude cabin of some solitary hunter.\\nThe different periods of the revolving day seemed each, with cunning\\nmagic, to diffuse a different charm over the scene. At sun-\\ndown, the vast bosom of the Hudson was like an unruffled mirror,\\nreflecting the golden splendor of the heavens excepting that now and\\nthen a bark canoe would steal across its surface, filled with painted sav-\\nages, whose gay feathers glared brightly, as perchance a lingering ray\\nof the setting sun gleamed upon them from the western mountains.\\nNow broke forth from the shores the notes of an innumerable variety\\nof insects, which filled the air with a strange but not inharmonious con-\\ncert the mind, soothed into a hallowed melancholy, listened with a\\npensive stillness to catch and distinguish each sound that vaguely\\nechoed from the shore now and then startled perchance by the whoop\\nof some straggling savage, or by the dreary howl of a wolf, stealing\\nforth upon his nightly prowlings.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "Notes.\\n105\\nThus happily did they pursue their course until they entered\\nupon those awful defiles, the Highlands, where it would seem that\\nthe gigantic Titans had erst waged their impious war with heaven,\\npiling up cliffs on cliffs, and hurling vast masses of rock in wild confu-\\nsion. These in ancient days, before the Hudson poured its waters\\nfrom the lakes, formed one vast prison, within whose rocky bosom the\\nomnipotent Manetho confined the spirits who repined at his control.\\nHere they groaned for many an age. At length the conquering Hud-\\nson, in its career towards the ocean, burst open their prison house,\\nrolling its tide triumphantly through the stupendous ruins. Knick-\\nerbocker s History of New York, VI. 4.)\\nNote 20, p. 39. The passage beginning with the line It was the latter\\npart of a calm sultry day together with that following, descriptive of\\nthe thunder-storm, are two of the finest of their kind in the English\\nlanguage. It would be wise to show how the effect of intense stillness\\nand of the uproar and crash of the elements succeeding is produced by\\nthe nice choice and use of words.\\nNote 21, p. 39. Ajtiony^s Nose, so named, it is said, from one An-\\ntony the Trumpeter, whose nose was of a very lusty size, strutting\\nboldly from his countenance like a mountain. One day, journeying\\nup the Hudson with Peter Stuyvesant, it happened that bright and\\nearly in the morning, the good Antony, having washed his burly\\nvisage, was leaning over the quarter railing of the galley, contemplat-\\ning it in the glassy wave below. Just at this moment the illustrious\\nsun did dart one of his most potent beams full upon the refulgent\\nnose of the sounder of brass the reflection of which shot straight-\\nway down, hissing hot, into the water, and killed a mighty sturgeon\\nthat was sporting beside the vessel! This huge monster, with infinite\\nlabor hoisted on board, furnished a luxurious repast to all the crew.\\nWhen this astonishing miracle became known to Peter Stuyvesant\\nhe, as may well be supposed, marvelled exceedingly and as a monu-\\nment thereof, he gave the name of Antony s Nose to a stout promon-\\ntory in the neighborhood and it has continued to be called Antony s\\nNose ever since that time. Knickerbocker s History of New York,\\nVI. 4. See note 18 on Spiking-devil.)\\nNote 22, p. 50. wainptnn, Indian money. This was nothing more\\nnor less than strings of beads wrought out of claws, periwinkles,\\nand other shell-fish, and called seawant or wampum. In an unlucky\\nmoment, William the Testy, seeing this money of easy production,\\nconceived the project of making it the current coin of the province. It\\nis true it had an intrinsic value among the Indians, who used it to orna-\\nment their robes and moccasons, but among the honest burghers it had", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "io6\\nNotes.\\nno more intrinsic value than those rags which form the paper currency\\nof modern days. This consideration, however, had no weight with\\nWilliam Kieft. He began by paying all the servants of the company,\\nand all the debts of government, in strings of wampum. He sent\\nemissaries to sweep the shores of Long Island, which was the Ophir of\\nWampum Belt.\\nthis modern Solomon, and abounded in shell-fish. These were trans-\\nported in loads to New Amsterdam, coined into Indian money, and\\nlaunched into circulation.\\nAnd now, for a time, affairs went on swimmingly money became as\\nplentiful as in the modern days of paper currency, and to use the popular\\nphrase, a wonderful impulse was given to public prosperity. Yankee\\ntraders poured into the province, buying every thing they could lay\\ntheir hands on, and paying the worthy Dutchmen their own price in\\nIndian money. If the latter, however, attempted to pay the Yankees\\nin the same coin for their tinware and wooden bowls, the case was\\naltered nothing would do but Dutch guilders and such like metallic\\ncurrency. What was worse, the Yankees introduced an inferior kind\\nof wampum made of oyster-shells, with which they deluged the prov-\\nince, carrying off in exchange all the silver and gold, the Dutch her-\\nrings and Dutch cheeses thus early did the knowing men of the east\\nmanifest their skill in bargaining the New-Amsterdammers out of the\\noyster, and leaving them the shell. Knickerbocker s History of\\nNew York, IV. 6.)\\nEven the Dutchmen themselves found out their own mistake in the\\nvery next reign. The measure of the valiant Peter which produced\\nthe greatest agitation in the community, was his laying his hand upon\\nthe currency. He had old-fashioned notions in favor of gold and sil-\\nver, which he considered the true standards of wealth and mediums of\\ncommerce, and one of his first edicts was, that all duties to government\\nshould be paid in those precious metals, and that seawant, or wampum,\\nshould no longer be a legal tender. Here was a blow at public pros-\\nperity! All those who speculated on the rise and fall of this fluctuating\\ncurrency, found their calling at an end those, too, who had hoarded", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "Notes.\\n107\\nIndian money by barrels full, found their capital shrunk in amount;\\nbut, above all, the Yankee traders, who were accustomed to flood the\\nmarket with newly-coined oyster-shells, and to abstract Dutch mer-\\nchandise in exchange, were loud-mouthed in decrying this tamperino-\\nwith the currency. It was clipping the wings of commerce, etc.\\nIn fact, trade did shrink. The honest Dutchmen sold less goods\\nbut then they got the worth of them, either in silver and gold, or in\\ncodfish, tinware, and other articles of Yankee barter. The ingenious\\npeople of the east, however, indemnified themselves in another way for\\nhaving to abandon the coinage of oyster-shells, for about this time we\\nare told that wooden nutmegs made their first appearance in New-\\nAmsterdam, to the great annoyance of the Dutch housewives.\\nKnickerbocker s History of New York, V. 2.)\\nNote 23, p. 54. In 1609 Hendrick Hudson discovered the river\\nwhich bears his name. After sailing about one hundred miles up the\\nriver, he found the watery world around him began to grow more\\nMap of Henry Hudson s Voyages.\\nshallow and confined, the current more rapid and perfectly fresh\\nphenomena which puzzled the honest Dutchman prodigiously. A con-\\nsultation was therefore called, and having deliberated full six hours,\\nthey were brought to a determination by the ship s running aground", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "io8\\nNotes.\\nwhereupon they concluded that there was but little chance of getting to\\nChina in this direction. Knickerbocker s History of New York,\\nNote 24, p. 56. Notice that the story proper is laid in the times of the\\nEnglish rule, about 1705, in the days of Lord Cornbury; but that this\\nlegend of the Storm Ship dates back to 1633, when the Dutch held\\n6way under Wouter Van Twiller, the happy reign of Wouter Van\\nTwiller, celebrated in many a long-forgotten song as the real goldeii\\nage, the rest being nothing but counterfeit, copper-washed coin. Note\\non Knickerbocker s History of New York, HI. 4. (For a humor-\\nous account of Van Twiller s reign see Knickerbocker s History of\\nNew York, Book HI.)\\nNote 25, p. 61. We find this chair and pipe more fully described\\nin Knickerbocker (111. i) He sat in a huge chair of solid oak,\\nA Scene at The Hague.\\nhewn in the celebrated forest of the Hague, curiously carved about\\nthe arms and feet, into exact imitations of gigantic eagles claws.\\nInstead of a sceptre he swayed a long Turkish pipe, wrought with\\njasmin and amber, which had been presented to a stadt-holder of\\nHolland, at the conclusion of a treaty with one of the petty Barbary\\npowers. In Turkey the jasmin wood is made into pipestems which\\nare highly prized. The flowers of this jasmin are very fragrant, and\\nthe wood is more or less aromatic.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "Notes.\\n109\\nNote 26, p. 64. the Flying Dutchman. There is a legend that a\\nDutch captain, homeward bound from the Indies, met with baffling\\nwinds and heavy weather off the Cape of Good Hope. He would not\\nput back, as members of his crew wished him to. Rather, he swore a\\nmighty oath that he would beat round the Cape if it took till the Day\\nof Judgment. For his ungodliness he was doomed to beat against\\nhead winds for all time. Neither the master nor the crew can heave to\\nor launch a boat, so the legend says. But sometimes they hail passing\\nships, and ask them to take letters home. The ship has become white\\nwith age, the sails bleached and threadbare, and the captain and crew\\nmere shadows.\\nNote 27, p. 66. St. Nicholas. The vessel named Gocde Vrouw, or\\nGood Woman, which brought the first Dutch settlers to America, had\\nfor its figurehead an image of St. Nicholas. This figure was equipped\\nSan Nic l as.\\nwith a low, broad-brimmed hat, a huge pair of Flemish trunk-hose, and\\na pipe that reached to the end of the bowsprit. After the Dutch had\\nsettled New Amsterdam they showed their gratitude to St. Nicholas for\\nsafely guiding them to this delightful spot by erecting a chapel in his\\nhonor. Whereupon he at once took the town under his particular care,\\nand has been its patron saint ever since. It was at this time that he\\nbecame the Santa Claus of the Dutch. At this early period was insti-\\ntuted that pious ceremony, still religiously observed in all our ancient", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "no Notes.\\nfamilies of the right breed, of hanging up a stocking in the chimney on\\nSt. Nicholas eve, which stocking is always found in the morning\\nmiraculously filled; for the good St. Nicholas has ever been a great\\ngiver of gifts, particularly to children. Knickerbocker, II. 9.)\\nAs of yore, in the better days of man, the deities were wont to visit\\nhim in earth and bless his rural habitation, so we are told, in the sylvan\\ndays of New Amsterdam, the good St. Nicholas would often make his\\nappearance in his beloved city, of a holiday afternoon, riding jollily\\namong the tree-tops, or over the roofs of the houses, now and then\\ndrawing forth magnificent presents from his breeches pocket, and\\ndropping them down the chimneys of his favorites. Whereas in these\\ndegenerate days of iron and brass he never shows us the light of his\\ncountenance, nor ever visits us, save one night in the year when he\\nrattles down the chimneys of the descendants of the patriarchs, confin-\\ning his presents merely to the children, in token of the degeneracy of\\nthe parents. Knickerbocker s History of New York.\\nNote 28, p. 70. This poem, his Spectre Ship, is one of the few\\nwritten by Moore while visiting America in 1803-04.\\nWRITTEN\\nON PASSING DEADMAN S ISLAND\\nIN THE\\nGULF OF ST. LAWRENCE,\\nLate in the Evening, September, 1804.\\nSee you, beneath yon cloud so dark,\\nFast gliding along, a gloomy bark\\nHer sails are full, though the wind is still,\\nAnd there blows not a breath her sails to fill\\nSay, what does the vessel of darkness bear\\nThe silent calm of the grave is there.\\nSave now and again a death-knell rung.\\nAnd the flap of the sails with night-fog hung\\nThere lieth a wreck on the dismal shore\\nOf cold and pitiless Labrador;\\nWhere, under the moon, upon mounts of frost,\\nFull many a mariner s bones are tossed\\nYon shadowy bark hath been to that wreck,\\nAnd the dim blue fire, that lights her deck.\\nDoth play on as pale and livid a crew\\nAs ever yet drank the churchyard dew\\n1 This is one of the Magdalen Islands. The above lines were suggested by a\\nsuperstition very common among sailors, who call this ghost-ship, I think, The\\nFlying Dutchman. (Moore s note.)", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "Notes. Ill\\nTo Deadman s Isle, in the eye of the blast,\\nTo Deadman s Isle she speeds her fast;\\nBy skeleton shapes her sails are furled,\\nAnd the hand that steers is not of the world\\nOh hurry thee on oh hurry thee on,\\nThou terrible bark, ere the night be gone,\\nNor let morning look on so foul a sight\\nAs would blanch forever her rosy light\\nNote 29, p. 75. Bout and bight come from the same word, meaning\\na bend. A bight is a bend in a coast, or an open bay. A bout is a\\nbend, or turn, or round, used in connection with games or contests.\\nNote 30, p. 78. The houses of the higher class were generally\\nconstructed of wood, excepting the gable end, which was of small black\\nand yellow Dutch bricks, and always faced on the street. The\\nhouse was always furnished with abundance of large doors and small\\nwindows on every floor, the date of its erection was curiously designated\\nby iron figures on the front, and on the top of the roof was perched a\\nfierce little weathercock. Knickerbocker s History of New York,\\nIII. 3.)\\nNote 31, p. 81. The best rooms in the house, instead of being\\nadorned with caricatures of dame Nature, in water colors and needle-\\nwork, were always hung round with homespun garments, the manufac-\\nture and the property of the females. Knickerbocker s History of\\nNew York, HI. 4.)\\nNote 32, p. 82. The pJiantoDi of tJie haunted house. Now, can you\\nsee why Irving threw out the hints of this resemblance before what is\\nthe connection?\\nNote 33, p. 83. Peter Stuyvesant. This most excellent governor\\ncommenced his administration on the 29th of May, 1647 a remarkably\\nstormy day, distinguished in all the almanacs of the time which have\\ncome down to us by the name of Windy Friday. As he was very\\njealous of his personal and official dignity, he was inaugurated into\\noffice with great ceremony, the goodly oaken chair of the renowned\\nWouter Van Twiller being carefully preserved for such occasions.\\nIrving s description of tliis doughty old Dutchman contains so many\\nelements of eff ective characterization all except brevity that some\\nextracts from it are worth quoting, especially as some of our own promi-\\nnent statesmen, so called, are sadly in need of the prime quality which\\nKnickerbocker humorously but also seriously commends in him.\\nPeter Stuyvesant was the last, and like the renowned Wouter Van\\nTwiller, the best of our ancient Dutch governors, Wouter having sur-", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "112 Notes.\\npassed all who preceded him, and Pieter or Piet, as he was socially\\ncalled by the old Dutch burghers, having never been equalled by any\\nsuccessor.\\nTo say merely that he was a hero would be doing him great injustice,\\nhe was in truth a combination of heroes, for he was of a sturdy, raw-\\nboned make like Ajax Telamon, with a pair of round shoulders that\\nHercules would have given his hide for (meaning his lion s hide) when\\nhe undertook to ease old Atlas of his load. He was, moreover, as\\nPlutarch describes Coriolanus, not only terrible for the force of his arm,\\nbut likewise of his voice, which sounded as though it came out of a\\nbarrel and, like the self-same warrior, he possessed a sovereign con-\\ntempt for the sovereign people, and an iron aspect, which was enough\\nof itself to make the very bowels of his adversaries quake with terror\\nand dismay. All this martial excellency of appearance was inexpressibly\\nheightened by an accidental advantage, with which I am surprised that\\nneither Homer nor Virgil have graced any of their heroes. This was\\nnothing less than a wooden leg, which was the only prize he had\\ngained in bravely fighting the battles of his country, but of which he\\nwas so proud, that he was often heard to declare he valued it more than\\nall his other limbs put together indeed, so highly did he esteem it,\\nthat he had it gallantly encased and relieved with silver devices, which\\ncaused it to be related in divers histories and legends that he wore a\\nsilver leg.\\nHe was, in fact, the very reverse of his predecessors, being neither\\ntranquil and inert like Walter the Doubter, nor restless and fidgeting,\\nlike William the Testy but a man, or later a governor, of such uncom-\\nmon activity and decision of mind, that he never sought nor accepted\\nthe advice of others depending bravely upon his single head, as would\\na hero of yore upon his single arm, to carry him through all difficulties\\nand dangers. To tell the simple truth, he wanted- nothing more to\\ncomplete him as a statesman than to think always right, for no one can\\nsay but that he always acted as he thought. In a word, he pos-\\nsessed in an eminent degree that great quality in a statesman, called\\nperseverance by the polite, but nicknamed obstinacy by the vulgar.\\nA wonderful salve for official blunders since he who perseveres in error\\nwithout flinching, gets the credit of boldness and consistency, while he\\nwho wavers in seeking to do what is right, gets stigmatized as a\\ntrimmer. This much is certain and it is a maxim well worthy the\\nattention of all legislators great and small, who stand shaking in the\\nwind, irresolute which way to steer, that a ruler who follows his own\\nwill pleases himself, while he who seeks to satisfy the wishes and whims\\nof others runs great risk of pleasing nobody. There is nothing, too,", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "Notes.\\n113\\nlike putting down one s foot resolutely, when in doubt; and letting\\nthings take their course. The clock that stands still points right twice\\nin four and twenty hours while others may keep going continually and\\nbe continually going wrong.\\nNor did this magnanimous quality escape the discernment of the\\ngood people of Nieuw-Nederlands on the contrary, so much were they\\nstruck with the independent will and vigorous resolution displayed on\\nall occasions by their new governor, that they universally called him\\nHard-Koppig Piet; or Peter the Headstrong, a great compHment to\\nthe strength of his understanding.\\nIf, from all I have said, thou dost not gather, worthy reader, that\\nPeter Stuyvesant was a tough, sturdy, valiant, weather-beaten, mettle-\\nsome, obstinate, leathern-sided, lion-hearted, generous-spirited old gov-\\nernor, either I have written to but little purpose, or thou art very dull at\\ndrawing conclusions. Knickerbocker s History of New York, V. i.)\\nNote 34, p. 86. fairy heights. The following quotations from\\nthe Sketch Book will suggest Irving s idea Whoever has made\\na voyage up the Hudson must remember the Kaatskill Mountains.\\nWhen the weather is fair and settled they are clothed in blue and purple,\\nand print their bold outlines on the clear evening sky but some-\\ntimes they will gather a hood of vapors about their summits,\\nwhich in the last rays of the setting sun, will glow and light up like a\\ncrown of glory. At the foot of these /a/ry i/wuntains, etc.\\nThe Catskill Mountains have always been a region full of fable.\\nThe Indians considered them the abode of spirits, who influenced the\\nweather, spreading sunshine or clouds over the landscape, and sending\\ngood or bad hunting seasons. They were ruled by an old squaw spirit,\\nsaid to be their mother. She dwelt on the highest peak of the Cats-\\nkills, and had charge of the doors of day and night, to open and shut\\nthem at the proper time. She hung up the new moons in the skies,\\nand cut up the old ones into stars.", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2845", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "dolphheyligersto01irvi_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "Heath s Home and School Classics.\\nLarge Type. Good Paper. Many Ilhisiratioiis. Durable Binding.\\nAiken and Barbauld s Eyes and No Eyes, and Other Stories. (M. V. O Sliea.) Paper,\\nlo cents; cloth, 20 cents.\\nAyrton s Child Life in Japan. (W. Elliot Griffis.) Paper, 10 cents cloth, 20 cents.\\nBrown s Rab and His Friends and Stories of Our Dogs. (T. M. Balliet.) Paper, 10\\ncents cloth, 20 cents.\\nBrowne s The Wonderful Chair and the Tales it Told. (M. V. O Shea.) Two parts.\\nPaper, each part, 10 cents cloth, two parts bound in one, 30 cents.\\nCraik s So Fat and Mew Mew. (Lucy Wheelock.) Paper, 10 cents cloth, 20 cents.\\nCrib and Fly: A Tale of Two Terriers. (C. F. Dole.) 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By\\nCHARLES ELIOT NORTON.\\nThese six volumes provide an unrivaled means of making good reading\\nmore attractive than bad, and of giving right direction to uncritical choice,\\nby offering to the young, without comment or lesson-book apparatus.\\nSelected Portions of the Best Literature, the Virtue of\\nWHICH HAS been APPROVED BY LONG CONSENT.\\nThe selections are of unusual length, completeness and variety, compris-\\ning a very large proportion of poetry, and are adapted to the progressive\\nneeds of childhood and youth by a unique principle of selection, grading and\\narrangement, which makes each volume a unit, and makes the series the first\\npermanent contribution to the body of school reading by a man of letters\\nwhich children will love and cherish after school-days are over.\\nThe Fine Taste and Rare Literary Experience and Resources\\nof the editor are a guarantee that the series contains nothing but the very\\nbest. No author s name or reputation has been potent enough to save from\\nrejection any selection that did not meet the editor s exacting standard in at\\nleast three particulars: First, absolute truth to nature (especially nature in\\nAmerica); second, wide, healthy, human interest; third, the highest possible\\nmerit in point of literary form. The result, therefore, is a body of reading of\\nextraordinarily trustworthy character. The youth who shall become ac(]uaint-\\ned with the contents of these volumes will share in the common stock of the\\nintellectual life of the race, and will have the door opened to him of all the\\nvast and noble resources of that life.\\nFor Home Use,\\neven by children most favored by circumstance, these volumes provide the\\nrichest store of thought and music to grow up with and to learn by heart.\\nNo happier birthday or Christmas gift can be conceived, especially for children\\nin the country, or remote from libraries and other means of culture, than a set\\nof the Heart of Oak Books. They are a veritable possession forever, and\\ntheir price puis them within the reach of all.\\nDescriptive pamphlet giving prefaces, tables of contents, specimen pages,\\nand indexes of authors sent on application.\\nI\\nD. C. 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