rip van winkle-第3章
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several pair of breeches; the outer one of ample volume; decorated
with rows of buttons down the sides; and bunches at the knees。 He bore
on his shoulder a stout keg; that seemed full of liquor; and made
signs for Rip to approach and assist him with the load。 Though
rather shy and distrustful of this new acquaintance; Rip complied with
his usual alacrity; and mutually relieving one another; they clambered
up a narrow gully; apparently the dry bed of a mountain torrent。 As
they ascended; Rip every now and then heard long rolling peals; like
distant thunder; that seemed to issue out of a deep ravine; or
rather cleft; between lofty rocks; toward which their rugged path
conducted。 He paused for an instant; but supposing it to be the
muttering of one of those transient thunder…showers which often take
place in mountain heights; he proceeded。 Passing through the ravine;
they came to a hollow; like a small amphitheatre; surrounded by
perpendicular precipices; over the brinks of which impending trees
shot their branches; so that you only caught glimpses of the azure sky
and the bright evening cloud。 During the whole time Rip and his
companion had labored on in silence; for though the former marvelled
greatly what could be the object of carrying a keg of liquor up this
wild mountain; yet there was something strange and incomprehensible
about the unknown; that inspired awe and checked familiarity。
On entering the amphitheatre; new objects of wonder presented
themselves。 On a level spot in the centre was a company of odd…looking
personages playing at nine…pins。 They were dressed in a quaint
outlandish fashion; some wore short doublets; others jerkins; with
long knives in their belts; and most of them had enormous breeches; of
similar style with that of the guide's。 Their visages; too; were
peculiar: one had a large beard; broad face; and small piggish eyes:
the face of another seemed to consist entirely of nose; and was
surmounted by a white sugar…loaf hat; set off with a little red cock's
tail。 They all had beards; of various shapes and colors。 There was one
who seemed to be the commander。 He was a stout old gentleman; with a
weather…beaten countenance; he wore a laced doublet; broad belt and
hanger; high crowned hat and feather; red stockings; and high…heeled
shoes; with roses in them。 The whole group reminded Rip of the figures
in an old Flemish painting; in the parlor of Dominie Van Shaick; the
village parson; and which had been brought over from Holland at the
time of the settlement。
What seemed particularly odd to Rip was; that though these folks
were evidently amusing themselves; yet they maintained the gravest
faces; the most mysterious silence; and were; withal; the most
melancholy party of pleasure he had ever witnessed。 Nothing
interrupted the stillness of the scene but the noise of the balls;
which; whenever they were rolled; echoed along the mountains like
rumbling peals of thunder。
As Rip and his companion approached them; they suddenly desisted
from their play; and stared at him with such fixed statue…like gaze;
and such strange; uncouth; lack…lustre countenances; that his heart
turned within him; and his knees smote together。 His companion now
emptied the contents of the keg into large flagons; and made signs
to him to wait upon the company。 He obeyed with fear and trembling;
they quaffed the liquor in profound silence; and then returned to
their game。
By degrees Rip's awe and apprehension subsided。 He even ventured;
when no eye was fixed upon him; to taste the beverage; which he
found had much of the flavor of excellent Hollands。 He was naturally a
thirsty soul; and was soon tempted to repeat the draught。 One taste
provoked another; and he reiterated his visits to the flagon so
often that at length his senses were overpowered; his eyes swam in his
head; his head gradually declined; and he fell into a deep sleep。
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 the pure mountain
breeze。 〃Surely;〃 thought Rip; 〃I have not slept here all night。〃 He
recalled the occurrences before he fell asleep。 The strange man with a
keg of liquor… the mountain ravine… the wild retreat among the
rocks… the wobegone party at nine…pins… the flagon… 〃Oh! that
flagon! that 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 well…oiled
fowling…piece; he found an old firelock lying by him; the barrel
incrusted with rust; the lock falling off; and the stock worm…eaten。
He now suspected that the grave roysterers of the mountain had put a
trick upon him; and; having dosed him with liquor; had robbed him of
his gun。 Wolf; too; had disappeared; but he might have strayed away
after a squirrel or partridge。 He whistled after him and shouted his
name; but all in vain; the echoes repeated his whistle and shout;
but no dog was to be seen。
He determined to revisit the scene of the last evening's gambol; and
if he met with any of the party; to demand his dog and gun。 As he rose
to walk; he found himself stiff in the joints; and wanting in his
usual activity。 〃These mountain beds do not agree with me;〃 thought
Rip; 〃and if this frolic should lay me up with a fit of the
rheumatism; I shall have a blessed time with Dame Van Winkle。〃 With
some difficulty he got down into the glen: he found the gully up which
he and his companion had ascended the preceding evening; but to his
astonishment a mountain stream was now foaming down it; leaping from
rock to rock; and filling the glen with babbling murmurs。 He; however;
made shift to scramble up its sides; working his toilsome way
through thickets of birch; sassafras; and witch…hazel; and sometimes
tripped up or entangled by the wild grapevines that twisted their
coils or tendrils from tree to tree; and spread a kind of network in
his path。
At length he reached to where the ravine had opened through the
cliffs to the amphitheatre; but no traces of such opening remained。
The rocks presented a high impenetrable wall over which the torrent
came tumbling in a sheet of feathery foam; and fell into a broad
deep basin; black from the shadows of the surrounding forest。 Here;
then; poor Rip was brought to a stand。 He again called and whistled
after his dog; he was only answered by the cawing of a flock of idle
crows; sporting high in air about a dry tree that overhung a sunny
precipice; and who; secure in their elevation; seemed to look down and
scoff at the poor man's perplexities。 What was to be done? the morning
was passing away; and Rip felt famished for want of his breakfast。
He grieved to give up his dog and gun; he dreaded to meet his wife;
but it would not do to starve among the mountains。 He shook his
head; shouldered the rusty firelock; and; with a heart full of trouble
and anxiety; turned his steps homeward。
As he approached the village he met a number of people; but none
whom he knew; which somewhat surprised him; for he had thought himself
acquainted with every one in the country round。 Their dress; too;
was of a different fashion from that to which he was accustomed。
They all stared at him with equal marks of surprise; and whenever they
cast their eyes upon him; invariably stroked their chins。 The constant
recurrence of this gesture induced Rip; involuntarily; to do the same;
when; to his astonishment; he found his beard had grown a foot long!
He had now entered the skirts of the village。 A troop of strange
children ran at his heels; hooting after him; and pointing at his gray
beard。 The dogs; too; not one of which he recognized for an old
acquaintance; barked at him as he passed。 The very village was
altered; it was larger and more populous。 There were rows of houses
which he had never seen before; and those which had been his
familiar haunts had disappeared。 Strange names were over