e of them sink.]_(132)

END OF ACT I.

*Footnotes*

122 Not in K.

123 In K., reads, "_at Dutch pins--the majority seated on a rock drinking
and smoking--thunder reverberates each time a bowl is delivered_."

124 "ICHEN" in K.; also "sprite."

125 Not in K.

126 "_The_ IMP" in K.

127 "Frau" in K.

128 In K., "if mein wife vere"

129 "trinking" in K.

130 "goot-hells" in K.

131 Not in K. Instead, "Your family's goot-hells."

132 In K., the stage directions end, "_Moon very bright. Tableau._"

ACT II.

SCENE I.

_The last of the First Act repeated; but the distance now presents a
richly cultivated country.--The bramble is grown into a lofty tree, and all
that remains of_ RIP'S _gun is its rusty barrel, which is at the foot of
the tree._

_Bird Music._--RIP _discovered extended on the ground, asleep; his hair
grey, and beard grown to an unusual length.--The hour of __ the scene is
gray dawn and birds from sky and hill are chirping._(133)

RIP.

[_Speaking in his sleep._] Mother Van Winkle! [Dame](134) Van Winkle!
what are you arter? Don't be always badgering; will you never allow poor
Rip a moment's quiet? Curse it! don't throw de hot water about so,
you'll scald one's eyes, and so you will, and no mistake; and so you
have. [_He awakens in sudden emotion._] Eh! by dunder! what's all
dis,--where am I--in the name of goodness where am I? [_Gazing around._]
On the Catskill Mountains, by all that's miraculous! Egad! my rib will
play the very devil with me for stopping out all night. There will be a
fine peal sounded when I get home. [_Rises._](135) How confoundedly
stiff and sore my joints do feel; surely I must have been sleeping for a
pretty long time! Asleep! [no;](136) I was awake and enjoying myself
with as jolly a rum set of codgers as ever helped to toom out a keg of
Hollands. I danced, and egad, drank with them, till I was pretty blue,
and dat's no mistake;--but confound it, they shouldn't have caught me
napping, for 'tis plain they have taken themselves off [like an
unceremonious pack of--pack of--give an eye tooth to know who they
were.(137) [_Looking around._] Where is my gun? I left it on a little
bush. [_On examining he finds the rusty barrel of his gun._] Hillo!
[come up, here's a grab!](138) the unmannerly set of sharpers! stolen
one of the best fowling-pieces that ever made a