Berkeley Institute - Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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The second act was a scene on a mountain. Rip rested for a while, the climb having tired him a good deal, and as it was getting late, he decided to start down the mountain. After walking a short distance, he heard a voice calling Rip Van Winkle, Rip Van Winkle! He stopped a second, but not hearing it again, went on his way. Once more he heard the voice, and looking ahead he beheld a little man coming up the mountain. His dress was of the old Dutch fashion, and he carried a stout keg full of liquor. He motioned that Rip should help him, and he complied with his usual cheerfulness. They climbed up a narrow gully, and found themselves in a small amphitheatre, in which a number of odd looking men were playing at ninepins. Rip's companion now showed him that he was to wait upon them, and give them liquor. When nobody was looking he drank some of the beverage, and, in a few minutes, was sound asleep. The third act was a scene in the village, twenty years later. Rip came along the street, looking around him in a perplexed way. He was followed by a mob of children hoot- ing after him, and pointing at his gray beard. All the dogs were barking, and nobody seemed to know him, any more than he knew them. A politician hurried up to him and asked him on which side he voted. Another inquired whether he was a Federal or a Democrat. This was all nonsense to Rip Van Winkle. A self-important man stepped up and asked him why he came to the election with a gun on his shoulder and a mob at his heels, and whether he meant to start a riot. He answered by saying: Alas, gentlemen, I am a poor, quiet man, a native of this village, and a loyal subject of the King, God bless him I There was a general shout of A Tory! A spy! A refugee! He was jostled around, but finally, when he had gained his footing again, he asked where his old neighbors were, and was told to name them. Where is Nicholas Vedder? he asked. He is dead and gone these eighteen years. Where's Brom Dutcher ? He went to war and was never heard of again. Where's Van Bummel, the schoolmaster? He went Oli to the wars, too, and is now in Congress. Rip's heart died within him, and he asked if no one knew Rip Van Winkle. They told him to turn around, and there stood a man, the perfect image of old Rip, leaning against a tree. Rip was almost beside himself, when, sud- denly, he saw a young woman comforting her little boy, Rip, who was very much frightened at seeing such a peculiar old man. She seemed to be strangely familiar. What is your name, my good woman ? he asked. Judith Gardenierf' And your father's name P Ah, poor man, Rip Van Winkle was his name. He went away twenty years ago and has not been heard of since. He asked her whether her mother was alive. No, She died a short time ago. He then cried out that he was her father, which state- ment was verified by an old woman. He then told what had happened, and an old man, Peter Vanderdonk, said he had heard that every twenty years Henry Hudson and his crew of the Half-M0011 visited the Catskill Mountains. So Judith Gardenier took Riphome with her and he led a peaceful life from then on. Page Thirty-four

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