august personage, Nicongue of terrible virago, wrigs of idleness.

    Poor Rip  last reduced almost to despair; and ernative, to escape from to take gun in roll ao times seat  t of a tree, and sents of  ion. quot;Poor olf,quot;

    ;tress leads t; but never mind, my lad,  never  a friend to stand by t; olf fully in ers face, and if dogs can feel pity, I verily believe ed timent .

    In a long ramble of tumnal day, Rip o one of t parts of tskill mountains. er e sport of squirrel-sing, and till solitudes s of ing and fatigued, e in ternoon, on a green knoll, covered ain  crorees, ry for many a mile of ric a distance ts silent but majestic course, ion of a purple cloud, or ts glassy bosom and at last losing itself in the blue highlands.

    On to a deep mountain glen, om ?lled s from ted by ted rays of tting sun. For some time Rip lay musing on tains began to t it ering terrors of Dame Van inkle.

    As  to descend, ance ;Rip Van inkle! Rip Van inkle!quot;  could see not a cros solitary ?igain.   urned again to descend, ;Rip Van inkle! Rip Van inkle!quot;--at time olf bristled up o ers side, looking fearfully doo t a vague appreealing over ion, and perceived a strange ?gure slooiling up t of someto see any ed place, but supposing it to be some one of tance, ened doo yield it.

    On nearer approacill more surprised at ty of trangers appearance. , square-built old felloique Dutcrapped round t--several pairs of breecer one of ample volume, decorated tons do tou