Art by N. C. Wyeth from "Rip Van Winkle" by Washington Irving. Philadelphia: David McKay Co., (1921).
“On waking he found himself on the green knoll whence he had first seen the old man of the glen. He rubbed his eyes – it was a bright sunny morning. The birds were hopping and twittering among the bushes, and the eagle was wheeling aloft and breasting the pure mountain-breeze. “Surely,” thought Rip, “I have not slept here all night.” He recalled the occurrences before he fell asleep. The strange man with a keg of liquor – the mountain ravine – the wild retreat among the rocks – the woebegone party at nine-pins – the flagon. “Oh, that flagon! That wicked flagon!” thought Rip – “what excuse shall I make to Dame Van Winkle!”
Art by N. C. Wyeth from "Rip Van Winkle" by Washington Irving. Philadelphia: David McKay Co., (1921).
“On waking he found himself on the green knoll whence he had first seen the old man of the glen. He rubbed his eyes – it was a bright sunny morning. The birds were hopping and twittering among the bushes, and the eagle was wheeling aloft and breasting the pure mountain-breeze. “Surely,” thought Rip, “I have not slept here all night.” He recalled the occurrences before he fell asleep. The strange man with a keg of liquor – the mountain ravine – the wild retreat among the rocks – the woebegone party at nine-pins – the flagon. “Oh, that flagon! That wicked flagon!” thought Rip – “what excuse shall I make to Dame Van Winkle!”