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... husband , from whom she had not heard for weeks . The shadows drifted over the hills , down the slopes , across the wheat , and up the opposite wall in leisurely way , as if , being Sunday , they could take it easy also . The fowls ...
... husband , from whom she had not heard for weeks . The shadows drifted over the hills , down the slopes , across the wheat , and up the opposite wall in leisurely way , as if , being Sunday , they could take it easy also . The fowls ...
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... husband had left the farm had proved a villain ; one year the farm had been without crops , and now the over - ripe grain was waiting the tardy hand of the neighbor who had rented it , and who was cutting his own grain first . About six ...
... husband had left the farm had proved a villain ; one year the farm had been without crops , and now the over - ripe grain was waiting the tardy hand of the neighbor who had rented it , and who was cutting his own grain first . About six ...
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... husband , for he had not turned his head at their shouts . This seemed so strange . Why didn't he stop to rest at his old neigh- bor's house ? Tortured by hope and doubt , she hurried up the coolly as fast as she could push the baby ...
... husband , for he had not turned his head at their shouts . This seemed so strange . Why didn't he stop to rest at his old neigh- bor's house ? Tortured by hope and doubt , she hurried up the coolly as fast as she could push the baby ...
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... ' her milk . What's become of old Rove ? " " He died last winter . Poisoned , I guess . " There was a moment of sadness for them all . It was some time before the husband spoke again , in a voice THE RETURN OF A PRIVATE 3 "
... ' her milk . What's become of old Rove ? " " He died last winter . Poisoned , I guess . " There was a moment of sadness for them all . It was some time before the husband spoke again , in a voice THE RETURN OF A PRIVATE 3 "
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Margaret Ashmun. time before the husband spoke again , in a voice that trembled a little . " Poor old feller ! He'd ' a ' known me half a mile away . I expected him to come down the hill to meet me . It ' ud ' a ' been more like comin ...
Margaret Ashmun. time before the husband spoke again , in a voice that trembled a little . " Poor old feller ! He'd ' a ' known me half a mile away . I expected him to come down the hill to meet me . It ' ud ' a ' been more like comin ...
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الصفحة 124 - ... the reality of it, and insisted that Rip had been out of his head, and that this was one point on which he always remained flighty. The old Dutch inhabitants, however, almost universally gave it full credit Even to this day they never hear a thunder-storm of a summer afternoon about the Kaatskill, but they say Hendrick Hudson and his crew are at their game of ninepins ; and it is a common wish of all hen-pecked husbands in the neighborhood, when life hangs heavy on their hands, that they might...
الصفحة 123 - Rip's daughter took him home to live with her; she had a snug, well-furnished house, and a stout cheery farmer for a husband, whom Rip recollected for one of the urchins that used to climb upon his back. As to Rip's son and heir, who was the ditto of himself, seen leaning against the tree, he was employed to work on the farm ; but evinced an hereditary disposition to attend to anything else but his business.
الصفحة 117 - Instead of the great tree that used to shelter the quiet little Dutch inn of yore, there now was reared a tall naked pole, with something on the top that looked like a red nightcap, and from it was fluttering a flag, on which was a singular assemblage of stars and stripes — all this was strange and incomprehensible.
الصفحة 116 - That flagon last night," thought he, " has addled my poor head sadly ! " It was with some difficulty that he found the way to his own house, which he approached with silent awe, expecting every moment to hear the shrill voice of Dame Van Winkle. He found the house gone to decay, the roof fallen in, the windows shattered and the doors off the hinges. A halfstarved dog, that looked like Wolf, was skulking about it. Rip called him by name, but the cur snarled, shewed his teeth, and passed on. This was...
الصفحة 110 - On nearer approach he was still more surprised at the singularity of the stranger's appearance. He was a short, square-built old fellow, with thick bushy hair, and a grizzled beard.
الصفحة 113 - Rip, was, that though these folks were evidently amusing themselves, yet they maintained the gravest faces, the most mysterious silence, and were, withal, the most melancholy party of pleasure he had ever witnessed. Nothing interrupted the stillness of the scene, but the noise of the balls, which, whenever they were rolled, echoed along the mountains like rumbling peals of thunder.
الصفحة 103 - In that same village, and in one of these very houses (which. to tell the precise truth, was sadly time-worn and weatherbeaten), 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.
الصفحة 105 - ... without a murmur, even though he should not be encouraged by a single nibble. He would carry a fowling-piece on his shoulder for hours together, trudging through woods and swamps, and up hill and down dale, to shoot a few squirrels or wild pigeons. He would never refuse to assist...
الصفحة 122 - Mountains had always been haunted by strange beings ; that it was affirmed that the great Hendrick Hudson, the first discoverer of the river and country, kept a kind of vigil there every twenty years with his crew of the Half Moon, being permitted in this way to revisit the scenes of his...
الصفحة 105 - In fact, he declared it was of no use to work on his farm; it was the most pestilent little piece of ground in the whole country; everything about it went wrong, and would go wrong, in spite of him.