You are here

قراءة كتاب The Literary World Seventh Reader

تنويه: تعرض هنا نبذة من اول ١٠ صفحات فقط من الكتاب الالكتروني، لقراءة الكتاب كاملا اضغط على الزر “اشتر الآن"

‏اللغة: English
The Literary World Seventh Reader

The Literary World Seventh Reader

تقييمك:
0
No votes yet
المؤلف:
دار النشر: Project Gutenberg
الصفحة رقم: 3

tag="{http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml}a">A Hunt Beneath The Ocean

Jules Verne 337 Under Seas Count Alexis Tolstoi 354 A Voyage to the Moon Edgar Allan Poe 367 The Great Stone of Sardis Frank R. Stockton 391 SKETCHES OF THE GREAT WAR A Stop At Suzanne’s Greayer Clover 407 The Making of a Man W. J. Locke 414 In Flanders Fields John McCrae 436 In Flanders Fields (An Answer) C. B. Galbraith 436 A Ballad Of Heroes Austin Dobson 437 Dictionary 439


He Was Tempted to Repeat the Draught [See page 19]
He Was Tempted to Repeat the Draught

Rip Van Winkle

RIP VAN WINKLE

I

Whoever has made a voyage up the Hudson must remember the Catskill Mountains. They are a branch of the great vAppalachian9-* family, and are seen away to the west of the river, swelling up to a noble height, and lording it over the surrounding country. Every change of season, every change of weather, indeed, every hour of the day, produces some change in the magical hues and shapes of these mountains, and they are regarded by all the goodwives, far and near, as perfect vbarometers.

At the foot of these fairy mountains the traveler may have seen the light smoke curling up from a village, whose shingle roofs gleam among the trees, just where the blue tints of the upland melt away into the fresh green of the nearer landscape. It is a little village of great age, having been founded by some of the Dutch colonists in the early times of the province, just about the beginning of the government of the good Peter vStuyvesant (may he rest in peace!), and there were some of the houses of the original settlers standing within a few years, built of small yellow bricks brought from Holland, having latticed windows and gable fronts, surmounted with weathercocks.

In that same village, and in one of these very houses, there lived, many years since, while the country was yet a province of Great Britain, a simple, good-natured fellow, of the name of Rip Van Winkle. He was a descendant of the Van Winkles who figured so gallantly in the vchivalrous days of Peter Stuyvesant, and accompanied him to the siege of Fort Christina. He inherited, however, but little of the martial character of his ancestors. I have observed that he was a simple, good-natured man; he was,

Pages