Rip Van Winkle

Whoever Has Made a Voyage Up the Hudson Must Remember the Kaatskill Mountains

Not a Dog Would Bark at Him Throughout the Neigbourhood but Weeds Were Sure to Grow Quicker on His Fields Than Anywhere Else

A Long Ramble

As He Was About to Descend He Heard a Voice From a Distance

A Company of Odd Looking Personages the Most Perculiar Party of Pleasure He Had Witnessed

He Was Naturally a Thirsty Soul: One Taste Provoked Another He Fell Into a Deep Sleep

Rip's Dream

"Surely I Have Not Slept Here All Night" "That Wicked Flagon"