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THE OI1EGON DAILY 'JOUMUL, rOUTLATID, SATURDAY EVENING, SEITEMBEK. 21. ' 9U7
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Eel eg el's S toiraGG'-.Tha t Neve f Grov . M
R. I P VAN W INKLE
, CocrrlctU. UW7, Ttnj NorfJi inrte Cmiuyj
'ANY yean ago, in null village in the CtUlriH
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'taocr.uln then lirwd simple, goodurtur4 -
- I f tHaw. iuuned Rip Van Winkle. , All th ehil
drea cf tie vQage brad Hip, and nothing plowed kirn
rrtore than to fy fata sabootnuut :
loved to (Lb and bunt, too. ;. He .would tramp miles"
y through the wood with gun on hi shoulder. Rut while
ttp'apent Li days in tbit way, the fenooi oo bit farm
' vert aU faffing down, hie place waa going to rack and
ruin and Lie cLUdren were dreaaed in raga ' U'.s
. H waa happy;. In factThe wouid rather starve
, than work. .Whoa hi wife told him how idle and care
. leu be was. Rip abrugged hia shoulders, shook hi head,
". cut up hi eyes and said nothing. . '.
. ' . ' ip bad adog. caDed Wttf, whom he loved dearly,
f- tut lira, Van Winkle diaCked Wolf, for ahe'aaid be waa,
lory and good for nothing, too, '
HE WOULD often aay to Wolf t .
, , Toot old man. Mrs. Van Winklelead you
- v truly a dog1 lire at home; hut never mind. I
wiS always stand by you, ':
; Wolf would wag hia tail and look into bia neater
face m if he understood. ' &
: - One day Rip took hia gun end started off wfeh Wolf
Into the mountains. He thought if he shot aome aqqlf
iels and took them, home td hia wife they would put her
in a good humor. After , walking' long way, be lay
down to rest and while be lay niuaing be heard afar off
Woea calling. "Bip Van Winklel Rip Vim Winkkr.
lie eat up and koked around, but eecJng nothing. '
be thought be waa dreaming. lie bad hardly atarted
homeward when be beard again! -
" -Rip-Van'WinkklsRip VaniWinkler Wolf
wrinkled up his Jback. growled and afculkcd p to.hla
IP aw down in the glen strange little figure, .
dowiy toiling up the rocka. Tbe figure wu that
f etanuge little man,".with ttdck.'buby hair
nd grizzled beard. 'Am be came nearer. Rip eaw that be
arried os tie ahoulder keg. 'When be aaw Rip, be
iaked him to help him with bie load. Rip, ahrayt wB.
fag to help any one. took the keg and followed tbie queer
' ". During all their long climb, Rip and his companion
poke not word. At last they reached the top of the
mountains, and there, on a lerel apot, were a number of
thase odd-looking men playing ninepina. No two were
pressed alike, but every one had a knife fa bis belt. One
bad a fang bead, jnth a broad face, and small, piggish
eyes. .'Another seemed to be aO nose, and wore a big;)
white bat with a long, red cock's tail coming out of ft.
NE of .them. who, seemed to Jbej the fffTrnrnarvVr; ;
was old and fat ' He was dressed in-greercend
be wore a'Ugh-crowoed hat,' red atadlPsuan j
black shoes, with rosettes oa'thenu
' , As Rip and luonipesIoiicameiponlhemtlMj
tall 'Stopped playing 'andstafedat-Ri p. Ilia.
knocked togetherlwith frfght Therran to'Rip,'ipc4c
the keg,' and aU began to drink fa turn from itThey;
then offered it to Rip,' who,' fa fear and trembling; took
(Jifalj-TAJl this time not a word was spoken.
.t - Ry amfbyiRip grew bolder and took another7sa3
stul another, drink from the keg, for he found it the very
best thing be had erer. tasted. Rut soon hi eyes began
to swim and his bead fell forward in deep afatp.
TTTHUT Rip mwU. the sua was shining bright.
. He tubbed bis yes and said to binwdf, "l ",
. . .soust hart slept aU night"- Slowry the aieas
. ry of the streuge ttk men and the wine keg cams back
to him.. . , '
' , -Ohl "ttat.wine! naticked wcr -cried Rip.
. WbatahallIuyt-ywifr. .
T . ; ;' "'
lie koked around for lgsaviHittm fa Its plant
was aa oUce.Qruaty and faQiug apart, bethought
" that the eueer tittle mea toad atoten bis good gun. and.'
at a fake, bad pwt the old one in tts place. Wolf. too.
Lad gone He whistled for Wolf and ahouted his name,
but aini he did nc4 eomeT lie rose' to walk, but "Ohl
tikr V cried, with painfa bis Cnmau "TTusaWepirgewt
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of doors does not agree with me. I area to bt old." -
, " He was so stiff that be could hardly get through the
tiuclU and branches . . .. .'. "
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EFELT -vTy bungry,' too,, and .weak.: end,
though be dreaded, to meet bis wife, be felt be
. -: must go on or starve among the mountains.
When be reached the village, he saw many people, but,
none he bad ever teen before. They all stared at him
whir surprise, and th children pointed at his fang, white
beafd.' ' ' ,
Sveryfhing seemed strange andt strangest' of all.
he appeared Eke an old man.
Poor Rip was very much wornetL and said to Eim
aelf,!That drink last night baa addled my pooraead."
With difflculty, be found his wsy to bis own bouse,
'expecting erery moment to hear the voice cf his scolding
arife. . Rot no, aU was qtoct ':
A poor, lalf -starred dog lay by the house. It
. looked Eke Wolf, and Rip called him by name, but he
only showed his teeth and passed by.
TV fT DOG has forgotten me, thought Rip.
He went up to the bouse, but it was
empty. He called aloud for fas wife and
children, but all was silence. . II then, with fear fa hisr
. ( heart turned hia poor, tottering step to the village
v ,' street agafa.
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- ( He had just strength enough kft to get to the old
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tavcrav and here tome men. bearing the book est tha ehil
drea wbw followed him. canst out. to see what was the
matter. Ta their surprise, they saw a ragged old man. ,
with a fang, white beard, carrying a rusty old gun fa hia
"Who are you, and whence same yewr they asked
' nr. it is twenty years since Rip Van W3nkfa
kft here. He went away from home with
fas gun. and has never been beard of since.
Hia dog came home without him, but whether be shot
himself or waa carried away by the Indians, no one can
telL. Hia wife has n dead these ten vemback. Why;
old Bum, you must be dreaming.
3Co, I am not dreaming,' said Rip. "I waa young
Rip Van Winkle once. , Now I am old Rip Van Winkle
, Does nobody know meP
Just at thus anonwnt a woman, tottering out among
tbenw put her band to her brow and, peering into his'
TSure enouRh. it is Rip Van Winkle himself. Why.
where have you been these twenty years 1" .
- Ri"p atory waa soon told. Ha tad slept on ti
jnoun tains twenty years f
ffo this day, when the r-; !c h : T
tains hear thur.djr. they a'7 it ii 1 t
1 am Rip Van Winkle." be said.
At this they all laughed, and one man said;
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