...critical moment a fresh likely looking woman pressed through the throng to get a peep at the greybearded man. She had a chubby child in her arms, which frightened...awakened a train of recollections in his mind. "What is your name my good woman?" asked he. "Judith Gardenier." "And your father's name?" "Ah, poor man,...

...gun, and never has been heard of since — his dog came home without him; but whether he shot himself, A fresh comely woman pressed through the throng to get a peep at the gray-bearded man. or was carried away by the Indians, nobody can tell. I was then but a little girl." Rip had but one...

...suggestion of which the self-important man in the cocked hat retired with some precipitation. At this critical moment a fresh, comely woman pressed through...awakened a train of recollections in his mind. "What is your name, my good woman?" asked he. "Judith Gardenier." "And your father's name ? " "Ah, poor man,...

...critical moment a fresh likely looking woman pressed through the throng to get a peep at the greybearded man. She had a chubby child in her arms, which frightened...awakened a train of recollections in his mind. "What is your name my good woman?" asked he. "Judith Gardenier." "And your father's name?" "Ah, poor man....