Walter Scott_ 259

MODERN WONDER TALES

SEA FEVER _John Masefield_ 334
A GREYPORT LEGEND _Bret Harte_ 335
A HUNT BENEATH THE OCEAN _Jules Verne_ 337
UNDER SEAS _Count Alexis Tolstoi_ 354
A VOYAGE TO THE MOON _Edgar Allan Poe_ 367
THE GREAT STONE OF SARDIS _Frank R. Stockton_ 391

SKETCHES OF THE GREAT WAR

A STOP AT SUZANNE'S _Greayer Clover_ 407
THE MAKING OF A MAN _W. J. Locke_ 414
IN FLANDERS FIELDS _John McCrae_ 436
IN FLANDERS FIELDS (AN ANSWER) _C. B. Galbraith_ 436
A BALLAD OF HEROES _Austin Dobson_ 437

DICTIONARY 439

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RIP VAN WINKLE

I

Whoever has made a voyage up the Hudson must remember the Catskill
Mountains. They are a branch of the great [v]Appalachian[9-*] family,
and are seen away to the west of the river, swelling up to a noble
height, and lording it over the surrounding country. Every change of
season, every change of weather, indeed, every hour of the day, produces
some change in the magical hues and shapes of these mountains, and they
are regarded by all the goodwives, far and near, as perfect
[v]barometers.

At the foot of these fairy mountains the traveler may have seen the
light smoke curling up from a village, whose shingle roofs gleam among
the trees, just where the blue tints of the upland melt away into the
fresh green of the nearer landscape. It is a little village of great
age, having been founded by some of the Dutch colonists in the early
times of the province, just about the beginning of the government of the
good Peter [v]Stuyvesant (may he rest in peace!), and there were some of
the houses of the original settlers standing within a few years, built
of small yellow bricks brought from Holland, having latticed windows and
gable fronts, surmounted with weathercocks.

In that same village, and in one of these very houses, there lived, many
years since, while the country was yet a province of Great Britain, a
simple, good-natured fellow, of the name of Rip Van Winkle