 | John Kneeland, Henry Nathan Wheeler - 1891 - عدد الصفحات: 494
...his eyes — it was a bright, sunny morn ing. The birds were hopping and twittering among the bushes, and the eagle was wheeling aloft, and breasting the pure mountain breeze. " Surely," thought Kip, " I have not slept here all night." He recalled the occurrences before he fell asleep. The strange... | |
 | Harriet Louise Keeler, Emma C. Davis - 1891 - عدد الصفحات: 232
...afraid of this valley, for there is nothing to hurt us, unless we procure it ourselves." — Bunyan. " Oh ! that flagon — that wicked flagon ! " thought Rip; " what excuse shall 1 make to Dame Van Winkle." Irving. " I wonder," said Mr. Lorry, " that he keeps that reminder of his sufferings... | |
 | Arthur G. Adams - 1980 - عدد الصفحات: 356
...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...before he fell asleep. The strange man with a keg of liquor—the mountain ravine—the wild retreat among the rocks—the woe-begone party at ninepins—the... | |
 | Washington Irving, Arthur Rackham, Pat Stewart - 1983 - عدد الصفحات: 52
...twittering among the bushes, and the eagle was wheeling aloft, and breastHe fell into a deep sleep. 24 ing the pure mountain breeze. "Surely," thought Rip, "I...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 welloiled fowling-piece,... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1983 - عدد الصفحات: 1198
...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...ravine — the wild retreat among the rocks — the woe begone part}' at ninepins — the flagon — "ah! that flagon! that wicked flagon!" thought Rip... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1998 - عدد الصفحات: 840
...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...before he fell asleep. The strange man with a keg of liquor—the mountain ravine—the wild retreat among the rocks— the woe-begone party at ninepins—the... | |
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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... 
