 | Washington Irving - 1893 - 318 pages
...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...occurrences before he fell asleep. The strange man with a keg of liquor — the mountain ravine — the wild retreat among the rocks — the wo-begone party... | |
 | Arthur G. Adams - 1980 - 356 pages
...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...occurrences before he fell asleep. The strange man with a keg of liquor—the mountain ravine—the wild retreat among the rocks—the woe-begone party at... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1983 - 1198 pages
...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...occurrences before he fell asleep. The strange man with a keg of liquor — the mountain ravine — the wild retreat among the rocks — the woe begone part}'... | |
 | Washington Irving, Arthur Rackham, Pat Stewart - 1983 - 52 pages
...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 breastHe fell into a deep sleep. 24 ing the pure mountain breeze. "Surely," thought Rip, "I have not... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1998 - 840 pages
...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...occurrences before he fell asleep. The strange man with a keg of liquor—the mountain ravine—the wild retreat among the rocks— the woe-begone party at... | |
 | Brian Thomsen - 2002 - 612 pages
...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 woe begone party at ninepins — the flagon — "ah! that flagon! that wicked flagon!" thought Rip... | |
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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... 
