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Dame Van Winkle
he had never seen before, and those which had been his familiar haunts had disappeared. Irvings suggestion, then, is that Rip is a perfect image of Americaimmature, careless, and above all, innocentand that may be why he has become a universal figure. I don't know - he never came back again." "Where's Van Bummel, the schoolmaster?" "He went off to the wars too, was a great militia general, and is now in congress." Rip's heart died away at hearing of these sad changes in his home and. He determined to revisit the scene of the last evening's gambol, and if he met with any of the party, to demand his dog and gun.
Madame Bovary vs. The Awakening
Crimes And Misdameanors
By degrees Rip's awe and apprehension subsided. On a personal level, the awakened Van Winkle has gained another form of "independence being widowered from his shrewish wife. Strange names were over the doors - strange faces at the windows - every thing was strange. He assisted at their sports, made their playthings, taught them to fly kites and shoot marbles, and told them long stories of ghosts, witches, and Indians. In fact, he declared anthem For Doomed Youth it was of no use to work on his farm; it was the most pestilent little piece of ground in the whole country; every thing about it went wrong, and would go wrong, in spite of him. That wicked flagon!" thought Rip - "what excuse shall I make to Dame Van Winkle!" He looked round for his gun, but in place of the clean well-oiled fowling-piece, he found an old firelock lying by him, the barrel incrusted with rust, the lock falling. Knickerbocker by a little German superstition about the Emperor Frederick der Rothbart, and the Kypphauser mountain: the subjoined note, however, which he had appended to the tale, shows that it is an absolute fact, narrated with his usual fidelity: "The story of Rip Van Winkle. They were dressed in a quaint outlandish fashion; some wore short doublets, others jerkins, with long knives in their belts, and most of them had enormous breeches, of similar style with that of the guide's. His son Rip, an urchin begotten in his own likeness, promised to inherit the habits, with the old clothes of his father. Here, then, poor Rip was brought to a stand. In that same village, and in one of these very houses (which, to tell the precise truth, was sadly time-worn and weather-beaten there lived many years since, while the country was yet a province of Great Britain, a simple good-natured fellow of the name.
Dame Van Winkle