Michael J. Cummings...©
the foot of the Catskill Mountains of New York was a picturesque village
founded by Dutch colonists. Approaching it, one would see gabled homes
with smoke curling up from the chimneys and shingle roofs reflecting the
simple, easygoing man named Rip Van Winkle lived in this village, in a
weather-beaten house, at the time when New York was an English colony.
He was a descendant of the Van Winkles who served with distinction under
Peter Stuyvesant in his struggles against Swedish settlers at Fort Christina
(in present-day Delaware).
he was kind and gentle, Rip was popular with all of his neighbors. Children
especially loved him, for he would play with them, make them toys, and
tell them stories. No one had a cross word for Ripu0096except his wife, who,
taking advantage of his meekness, regularly nagged him. Her treatment of
him earned Rip the sympathy of other wives.
only weak point was his inability to work for profit. It was not that he
lacked patience or perseverance; for, as the narrator points out, u0093He would
sit on a wet rock, with a rod as long and heavy as a Tartaru0092s lance, and
fish all day without a murmur, even though he should not be encouraged
by a single nibble.u0094 Moreover, he was always ready to help a neighbor with
hard work and frequently ran errands and did odd jobs for housewives. But
when it came time to tend his own farm and keep up his own property, he
was of little use. Fences would collapse, a cow would run off, and rain
would fall at the very moment he decided to work. The only plants that
thrived on his farm were weeds. Consequently, he had the least productive
and least attractive farm in the area.
of his children, little Rip, seemed to take after his father. Not only
did he look like the elder Rip but he also wore Ripu0092s hand-me-down clothes,
including a pair of galligaskins (loose-fitting trousers) which he would
continually hitch up with one hand.
Van Winkle ceaselessly browbeat Rip for his failings, saying he was bringing
the family to ruin. Rip would shrug and go outside, out of range of her
She treated his dog, Wolf, the same way, and Wolf began to resemble Rip
in submissiveness. Rip often sought refuge with a village group that convened
on a bench in front of an inn to gossip, tell stories, and on one occasion
discuss events reported in a newspaper left behind by a traveler. The village
schoolmaster, Derrick Van Brummel, would read the newspaper accounts. Old
Nicholas Vedder, the owner of the inn, was the gray eminence of this group,
guiding its thought and conversation even though he did little more than
smoke his pipe and shift his position on the bench to remain in the shade
of a tree. Unfortunately for Rip, Dame Van Winkle would sometimes come
to the inn for him and haul him off, all the while her tongue lashing him
and his compatriots, including Vedder.
escape his wife and the drudgery of his farm, Rip would sometimes head
into the woods with Wolf and his gun. One day, high in the Catskill Mountains,
he hunted squirrels, firing one shot after another. Hours later, tired
from all the activity, he decided to lie down for a rest on a green knoll
overlooking the rich forests and the Hudson River in the distance. When
evening neared, he got up to return home, heaving a sigh at the thought
of Dame Van Winkle and the terror of her tongue. At that moment, a man
came up the mountain, calling out Ripu0092s name. Rip and Wolf both came to
attention. As the man neared, Rip noticed that he was short and squat,
with a beard and bushy hair, and wore old-fashioned Dutch clothes with
buttons down the sides of his breeches. He was carrying a kegu0096probably
liquor, Rip thoughtu0096and beckoned for Rip to help him. Always ready to assist
others, Rip did so. As they ascended the mountain, Rip heard rumbling,
like thunder, coming from a ravine. After they passed through it, they
came to a hollow bordered by cliffs with overhanging trees; it resembled
an amphitheater. There, Rip saw bearded menu0096all dressed like his companion
and all of odd appearance, one with a large head and one with a large noseu0096playing
ninepins. They neither spoke nor smiled. When they rolled their balls toward
the pins, Rip again heard peals of thunder.
the arrival of Rip, the players stopped and stared at him, unnerving him.
His companion opened the keg and emptied it into flagons, then motioned
for Rip to serve the players, which he did. After the strange men resumed
their game, Rip began to feel at ease and decided to sample the brew. It
was excellent. He drank another, then another and another. By and by, the
liquor had a heavy effect, and he drifted into a deep sleep.
he woke up to a sunny morning, he was on the same green knoll upon which
he rested when he first saw the man with the keg. His mind reviewed the
events of the night beforeu0096the men, the ninepins, the liquor. Dame Van
Winkle would give him a severe scolding this time. He reached out for his
gun but was surprised to find that its barrel was rusted and its stock
eaten away by worms. Perhaps those bowlers had stolen his gun and replaced
it with a sorry old firelock. Wolf was nowhere to be found. When he arose
to return to the place of the previous nightu0092s revels to look for Wolf
and retrieve his gun, he discovered that he was stiff in the joints.
u0093These mountain beds do
not agree with me,u0094 thought Rip, u0093and if this frolic should lay me up with
a fit of the rheumatism, I shall have a blessed time with Dame Van Winkle.u0094
the path he had walked with the strange man was now a mountain stream.
Moreover, at the place where he entered the ravine, there was now only
a wall of rock. Dumfounded, he returned to the village but was further
puzzled when he saw people he did not recognize, all wearing strange fashions.
Stroking his chin in bewilderment, he discovered that he had a beard a
village was larger than when he left it, with more people. He saw strange
houses with strange names over the doors. Dogs barked at him and children
made fun of him. When he reached his house, he saw an old, deteriorating
dwelling with broken windows and a collapsed roof. An old dog outsideu0096was
it Wolf?u0096growled at him. Inside, he looked about but found only emptiness.
Immediately, he walked over to the innu0096but it was gone. In its place was
a ramshackle building with these words painted on the door: u0093The Union
Hotel, by Jonathan Doolittle.u0094 There were men outsideu0096but none that he
recognized. One man was speaking loudly about u0093rights of citizensu0096electionu0096members
of Congressu0096libertyu0096Bunkeru0092s Hillu0096heroes of u009276u0096and other words, that were
a perfect Babylonish jargon to the bewildered Van Winkle.u0094
men gathered around him and eyed him, for he was a strange sight to them.
Women and children from the village also came to look at the peculiar man
with the long beard and odd clothes. One man asked him how he voted. (Apparently,
it was election day.) Another asked whether he was a Federal or a
Democrat. A third man with a cane, seeing the old gun, asked whether Rip
had come to the village to start a riot. Rip told them, u0093u0093I am a poor quiet
man, a native of the place, and a loyal subject of the king, God bless
him!u0094 At that, they declared him a Tory and a spy.
man with the cane calmed the others down and inquired again why Rip had
come to the village. Rip assured him he meant no harm, then inquired where
his neighbors were, naming them one by one: Nicholas Vedder, Brom Dutcher,
Van Brummel the schoolmaster. Vedder has been dead 18 years, Rip was told.
Dutcher went off to war and never returned. Van Brummel, too, went off
to war, attained the rank of general, and got himself elected to Congress.
All these replies puzzled Rip.
he said, u0093Does nobody here know Rip Van Winkle?u0094 One man replied,
u0093Oh, to be sure! that's Rip Van Winkle yonder, leaning against the tree.u0094
fellow looked exactly like Rip and even wore ragged clothes. When a man
asked Rip his name, he said he did not know, for he now doubted his own
identity. A woman named Judith Gardenier came up just then holding a child
named Rip. When Rip asked her who her father was, she replied, u0093Ah,
poor man, his name was Rip Van Winkle; itu0092s twenty years since he went
away from home with his gun, and never has been heard of sinceu0097his dog
came home without him; but whether he shot himself, or was carried away
by the Indians, nobody can tell. I was then but a little girl.u0094 She also
mentioned that her mother had died when she suffered a broken blood vessel
shouting at a peddler. Rip then identified himself.
am your father!u0094 cried heu0096u0093Young Rip Van Winkle onceu0096old Rip Van Winkle
now!u0096Does nobody know poor Rip Van Winkle!u0094
old woman stepped forward for a closer look at him and confirmed that he
was indeed Rip Van Winkle. When she asked where he had been for twenty
years, Rip told his story to everyone. The people, skeptical, winked at
one another or shook their heads. It happened that the oldest inhabitant
of the village, Peter Vanderdonk, was coming up the road, and he was asked
for his opinion. He immediately identified Rip. In addition, it was a fact,
the narrator reports him as saying, that strange beings had always roamed
the Catskills and that Henrdrick Hudson, the discoverer of the region,
visited the area every twenty years with the crew of his ship, the Half-Moon,
to u0093keep a guardian eye upon the river.u0094 The narrator further reports that
Vanderdonku0092s father once observed Hudson and the crew playing ninepins
in the mountains and that Vanderdonk himself once heard the thunderous
sound of their rolling balls.
crowd then disbanded. Rip went to live with his daughter and her farmer
husband. Ripu0092s sonu0096the man leaning against the treeu0096had been hired to work
the farm but spent all his time on his own interests. Rip went for walks,
took up his old habits, and even found a few of his old friends. However,
he preferred the company of the younger generation.
an age when he could do as he pleased, which was to say nothing, he began
sitting on the bench in front of the Doolittle's Hotel. There the villagers
looked upon him as one of their patriarchs. In time, he learned that their
had been a revolutionary war in which the country broke from England and
that he was now a citizen of the United States. Overall, he was a happy
man and was especially pleased to be free of the tyranny of Dame Van Winkle.
time to time, he told his story to strangers and eventually everyone in
the village knew all the details by heart. Some inhabitants still doubted
the tale, but old-timers swore by it and even claimed, whenever they heard
a thunderstorm, that Hendrick Hudson and his crew were playing ninepins
story begins about five or six years before the American Revolution and
ends twenty years later. The action takes place in a village in eastern
New York, near the Hudson River and the Catskill Mountains. The river was
named after Englishman Henry Hudson, who explored it in 1609. The Catskill
Mountains were named after Kaaterskill, the Dutch word for a local
stream, Wildcat Creek. The Catskills contain many other streams, as well
as lakes, waterfalls, and gorges.
Van Winkle: Meek, easygoing, neu0092er-do-well resident of the village
who wanders off to the mountains and meets strange men playing ninepins.
Dame Van Winkle:
Ripu0092s nagging wife.
Owner of a village inn where menfolk congregate.
Derrick Van Brummel:
Wolf: Ripu0092s dog.
Man Carrying Keg Up the
Mountain: Spirit of Englishman Henry Hudson, explorer of the Hudson
Henry Hudsonu0092s crewmen from his ship, the Half-Moon.
Brom Dutcher: Neighbor
of Rip who went off to war while Rip was sleeping.
Old Woman: Woman
who identifies Rip when he returns to the village after his sleep.
Oldest resident of the village. He confirms Ripu0092s identity and cites evidence
indicating Ripu0092s strange tale is true.
Ripu0092s married daughter. She takes her father in after he returns from his
Mr. Gardenier: Judithu0092s
husband, a farmer.
Rip Van Winkle II:
Ripu0092s neu0092er-do-well son.
Rip Van Winkle III:
Ripu0092s infant grandchild. Its mother is Judith Gardenier.
Van Schaick: Village
Owner of the Union Hotel, the establishment that replaced the village inn.
The Catskill Mountains:
Various Men, Women, and
Children of the Village
of Work, Source, and Publication Information
Van Winkle" is a short storyu0096one of America's
most belovedu0096based on German folk tales. It
was first published in a collection of Irving's works called The Sketch
With Continuity and Preservation of Tradition
After Rip awakens from his
long sleep and returns to the village, he does not recognize the people
he encounters. But not only their faces are new but also their fashions
and the look of the village: It is larger, with rows of houses he had never
seen. His own house is in shambles now with no one living in it, and the
inn he frequented is a hotel. His wife and old Vedder are dead. Others
left the village and never came back. Everything is different, it seems;
nothing is as it was. There has even been a revolutionary war in which
America gained its independence from England and became a new country.
However, when Rip looks beyond the village, he sees that the Hudson River
and the Catskill Mountains are exactly the same as they were before his
sleep. He also begins to encounter people who knew him long ago: first,
the old woman, then the old man, Peter Vanderdonk, who testifies to the
truth of Ripu0092s strange tale about the ninepin bowlers he met in the mountains.
At this point in the story, Irvingu0092s main theme begins to emerge: Although
wrenching, radical changes are sometimes necessary to move society forward,
such changes must not eradicate old ways and traditions entirely. Real,
lasting change is an amalgam of the old and new. New builds on the foundations
of the old. There must be continuity. So it is that old Vanderdonk, in
confirming Ripu0092s tale, says he himself has heard the thunder of ninepin
bowlers, who are the crewmen of The Half-Moon, the ship Henry Hudson
captained in his exploration of the Hudson River. It seems that their spirits
return to the Hudson Valley and Catskill Mountains every twenty years to
keep a u0093guardian eyeu0094 on the river and its environs. Hudson was an Englishman,
yes, but his association with his overthrown country does not mean the
values he represents must die with the revolution. Rip also sees his son,
Rip II, now a grown man, who looks just like him, and is reunited with
his daughter, now a grown woman, who is holding an infantu0096Rip III. Thus,
though, change has come to the village, their remain links with the past;
there is continuity. New generations come along that bring change, but
old values and traditionsu0096as well as family linesu0096remain alive and thriving.
And, every now and then, thunder rumbles in the Catskills when Hudson and
his crew play ninepins.
Magic of the Imagination
story suggests that human imagination can can give society charming, humorous
stories that become part of an enduring, magical folklore. Today, the Catskill
and Hudson Valley regions well remember Rip Van Winkle and Ichabod Craneu0096the
hero of another Irving story, u0093The Legend of Sleepy Hollowu0094u0096as if they
were real persons. A bridge across the Hudson has even been named after
Rip. Sunnyside, Irvingu0092s Tarrytown home between 1835 and 1859, is a major
tourist attraction in the Hudson Valley.
climax of the story occurs when the townspeople recognize Rip after he
returns to his village.
Game of Ninepins
is a game (or sport) in which a participant rolls wooden balls on a lane
in an attempt to knock down nine bottle-shaped wooden pins arranged in
the shape of a diamond. The participant may bowl up to three balls to knock
down all the pins. Ninepins is similar to the modern sport of bowling.
The Catskills as a Character
the outset of his story, Washington Irving uses personification to invest
the Catskill Mountains with human qualities. Irving tells us in Paragraph
1 that they are part of a u0093family,u0094 the Appalachian family. And they are
a proud, majestic member of that family, u0093lording it over the surrounding
country.u0094 They are also active rather than passive, reacting to the weather
and the seasons with changes in their u0093magical hues and shapes.u0094 In fair
weather, u0093they are clothed in blue and purple.u0094 But sometimes, even though
the sky is cloudless, they will gather a hood of gray vapors about their
summits, which, in the last rays of the setting sun, will glow and light
up like a crown of glory.
the mountains come alive enables them to become mysterious and unpredictable;
they may even play tricks on those who venture within their confines.
Van Winkle" was written by Washington Irving (1783-1859), a lawyer who
pursued a writing career after he discovered that practicing law did not
interest him. At a time when most Americans read British authors almost
exclusively, Irving proved that American writers could compete with their
British counterparts. He was among the first American writers who gained
an international reputation by writing short stories. Irving had a special
talent for creating a magical, fairytale quality in his talesu0096notably
"Rip Van Winkle" and "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow"u0096and
thus helped shape the folklore of early America. His elegant writing style,
full of gentle humor and vivid descriptions, continues to enchant modern
readers. It is likely that his engaging stories will remain popular for
ages to come.
Questions and Essay Topics
he was a failure as a farmer, Rip Van Winkle was a success as a human being.
What were the most praiseworthy qualities that he possessed?
way does Irving's portrayal of Dame Van Winkle help to illumine Rip's character?
a short essay (or a paragraph or two) that uses personification and/or
other figures of speech to invest with a personality the natural surroundings
where you live, as Irving did in "Rip Van Winkle." (See "Personification:
The Catskills as a Character.")
fell asleep today and awakened 20 years from now, what questions would
you ask the first person you saw?
returns to his village, he learns that Dame Van Winkle has died and that
his fellow Americans liberated themselves from English rule in a revolutionary
war. What do the war and the death of Rip's wife have in common in terms
of how Rip will live the rest of his life?
"Rip Van Winkle" is a fictional tale, it presents truths that can teach
the reader. Write an essay that focuses on the truths presented in the