The story of Rip van Winkle by Washington Irving, is set in the years before and after American Revolutionary War. Rip van Winkle, a villager of Dutch descent, lives in a nice village at the foot of the Catskill Mountains of New York. An amiable man whose home and farm suffer from his lazy neglect, he is loved by all except his wife. One autumn day he escapes his nagging wife by wandering up the mountains. After the meeting strangely dressed men, scattered for the ghosts of Henry Hudson's crew, who play nine-pins , and after drinking some of their liquor, he settles down under a shady tree and falls asleep. He wakes up twenty years later and returned to his village. He discovers that his wife died and his friends are dead-end in a war or gone somewhere else. He was immediately in trouble when he hails a loyal subject of King George III, not knowing that until the American Revolution took place. Old locals identify it, however, and tore the girl put the now developed thereafter up. Because the tear resumed his habit of idleness in the village, and his tale is solemnly believed by the Old Dutch settlers, hen-pecked sure wish particularly husbands they shared the opportunity to tear.
For Rip, propelled by the power of it is not in the essence of his wife. She scolds him so much that is decreased to despair, and finally the only alternate is to take a cannon and stroll through the forest. Dark plantation is a usual dispute, "not until late at evening, too late for the atmosphere to get dwelling before dark. Rip about two to precede dwelling and discover a voice calling his name.
True was the favorite of all the good women of the neighborhood, as is common among the fair sex, sided with Rip in all its domestic difficulties, and at night, when engaged to comment on the occurrences of villa, all blamed Mrs. Van Winkle. The boys threw exclamations of joy as he approached. Helped them in their games, toys manufactured, were taught to make kites and marbles, and I had extensive stories about ghosts, witches and Indians. Anywhere in the village was found, was surrounded by a group of them hanging from their tails or their backs, and making mischief with impunity thousand, or a neighborhood dog barked.
Rip's big mistake was his invincible distaste for any kind of gainful employment. That was not from lack of diligence and perseverance, he was able to spend sitting on a wet rock, with a rod as heavy as a Tartar's lance, trying to fish all day, but the fish did not condescend to the bait or once. With a rifle on his shoulder, walked through forests and swamps for hours, to kill a bird. Never refused to attend a neighbor, even for the toughest job. It was the first to take part in all rural amusements, such as roasted corn ...