 ... with his gun, and never has been heard of since— his 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." Rip had but one question more to ask; but he put it...  Complete Works - Page 60by Washington Irving - 1882Full view - About this book
 | Arthur G. Adams - 1980 - 356 pages
...Indians, nobody can tell. I was then but a little girl." Rip had but one question more to ask; but he put it with a faltering voice: "Where's your mother?"...she broke a blood-vessel in a fit of passion at a New England peddler." There was a drop of comfort, at least, in this intelligence. The honest man could... | |
 | Washington Irving, Arthur Rackham, Pat Stewart - 1983 - 52 pages
...Indians, nobody can tell. I was then but a little girl." Rip had but one question more to ask; but he put it with a faltering voice: "Where's your mother?"...she broke a blood-vessel in a fit of passion at a New England peddler." There was a drop of comfort, at least, in this intelligence. The honest man could... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1983 - 1198 pages
...Indians no body can tell. I was then but a little girl." Rip had but one question more to ask, but he put it with a faltering voice — "Where's your mother?"...too had died but a short time since— she broke a blood vessel in a fit of passion at a New England pedlar. — There was a drop of comfort at least... | |
 | Washington Irving, Thea Kliros - 1995 - 84 pages
...died but a short time since; she broke a blood vessel in a fit of passion at a New England pedlar. There was a drop of comfort, at least, in this intelligence....his daughter and her child in his arms. "I am your father!" — cried he— "Young Rip Van Winkle once — old Rip Van Winkle now! — Does nobody know... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1998 - 840 pages
...Indians, nobody can tell. I was then but a little girl." Rip had but one question more to ask; but he put it with a faltering voice: "Where's your mother?"...since; she broke a bloodvessel in a fit of passion at a New England pedler." There was a drop of comfort, at least, in this intelligence. The honest man could... | |
 | Brian Thomsen - 2002 - 612 pages
...Indians no body can tell. I was then but a little girl." Rip had but one question more to ask, but he put it with a faltering voice — "Where's your mother?"...too had died but a short time since — she broke a blood vessel in a fit of passion at a New England pedlar. — " There was a drop of comfort at least... | |
 | Laurie Rozakis - 2004 - 388 pages
...nobody can tell. I was then but a little girl." Rip had but one question more to ask, but he put it in a faltering voice: "Where's your mother?" "Oh, she too had died but a short time since, she broke a blood vessel in a fit of passion at a New-England peddler." There was a drop of comfort, at least,... | |
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