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【導(dǎo)讀】VanWinkle. oftheHudsonRiver,highabove. changeofweather,indeed,everyhourof. good-naturedfellow,whoseancestorshad. governors.Rip,however,hadlittleofhis. thathewasasimple,good-naturedman.Hewas,inaddition,akindneighbor,anda. wife.theirsports,madeplay-thingsforthem,him.hedisliked---indeed,hehated---anykind. messagesforthem,ortodosmalljobs. forhisfamilyduties,andforkeepinghis. farminorder,hefoundsuchwork. impossible.neighboringfarm.Hischildren,too,wentaboutlooking. verymuchlikehim,ranaroundwearinga. pairofhisfather’soldtrousers,whichhe. RipVanWinkle,however,wasoneof. well-oilednatures,whotaketheworld. wife’stalk;byfreq
【正文】 o serve the pany. He obeyed with fear and trembling. They drank the liquor in deepest silence, and then returned to their game. Little by little Rip’s nervous awe began to leave him. He even dared, when no one as looking, to taste the drink, and he liked it very much. He soon felt it was time to take another taste. One taste followed another, until at last his eyes refused to stay open, his head dropped upon his chest, and he fell into a deep sleep. On waking, he found himself on the green hill where he had first seen the old man with the keg. He rubbed his eyes, and found it was a bright, sunny morning. The birds were singing happily among the bushes, where leaves were stirring with every movement of the pure mountain air. “Surely,” thought Rip, “I have not slept here all night!” He remembered all that had happened before he fell asleep. The strange men with the keg of liquor the way they had climbed down through the rocks the serious players at ninepins the excellent drink in the metal cup. “Oh! That powerful cup!” thought Rip. “What excuse shall I make to Dame Van Winkle?” he looked around for his gun, but instead of the clean, welloiled bunting –piece, he found an ancient rusty gun lying beside him. He now decided that the sad ninepin players of the mountain had tricked him: having put him to sleep with liquor, they had then stolen his gun. His dog Wolf, too, had disappeared. Perhaps he had wandered off to hurt a bird or a rabbit. Rip whistled for him and called his name, but all in vain. The mountains sent back his whistle and his shout, but no dog was to be seen. Rip decided to return to the scene of the last evening’s party. “If I meet any of those men,” he said to himself, “ I’ll demand my dog and gun.” As he stood up to walk, he found that his legs seemed stiffer than usual。 he felt pains in his legs and his back. “ These mountain beds are not good for the health,” thought Rip. “ If this adventure puts me to bed sick, I shall hear nothing pleasant from Dame Van Winkle.” With some difficulty, he went down into the valley. He found the cut in the mountain through which he and his panion had climbed the evening before。 but to his great surprise a mountain stream was now running down it, leaping from rock to rock and filling the valley with laughing murmurs. However, he attempted to climb up its sides, pushing his way through bushes and climbing plants. At last he reached the place where the rocks had opened up, at the entrance to the ninepins playing ground. But now no traces of such an opening remained. The rocks formed a high, impassable wall over which the mountain stream fell noisily to a pool below. Here poor Rip was forced to stop. He again called and whistled for his dog, but was answered only by a flock of birds.
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