bstone in t used to tell all about  ts rotten and gone too.quot;

    quot;c;

    quot;O off to t torming of Stony-Point--ot t of Antonys Nose. I dont know --;

    quot;er?quot;

    quot; off to too;  militia general, and is no;

    Rips  died a he world.

    Every ansreating of sucime, and of matters and:

    ony-Point;--o ask after any more friends, but cried out in despair, quot;Does nobody ;

    quot;O; exclaimed t;Oo be sure!

    ts Rip Van inkle yonder, leaning against tree.quot;

    Rip looked, and beerpart of  up tain; apparently as lazy, and certainly as ragged. tely confounded. ed ity, and  demanded w was his name?

    quot;God kno; exclaimed  s end; quot;Im not myself--Im somebody else--ts me yonder-no--ts somebody else, got into my s nig I fell asleep on tain, and t tell ws my name, or w;

    tanders began noo look at eacly, and tap t their foreheads.

    t securing t tion of  man  retired ation. At tical moment a freso get a peep at the gray-bearded man.

    Sened at o cry. quot;; cried s;tle fool; t  you.quot; tone of rain of recollections in his mind.

    quot; is your name, my good ; asked he.

    quot;Judit;

    quot;And your fat;

    quot;A its ty years since  a a little girl.quot;

    Rip  one more question to ask; but  it ering voice:

    quot;;

    Ooo  a s time since; s of passion at a New-England pedler.

    t, at least, in telligence. t man could contain  er and ;I am your fat; cried ;You