[_Speaking in his sleep._] Mother Van Winkle! [Dame](134) Van Winkle! what are you arter? Don’t be always badgering; will you never allow poor Rip a moment’s quiet? Curse it! don’t throw de hot water about so, you’ll scald one’s eyes, and so you will, and no mistake; and so you have. [_He awakens in sudden emotion._] Eh! by dunder! what’s all dis,—where am I—in the name of goodness where am I? [_Gazing around._] On the Catskill Mountains, by all that’s miraculous! Egad! my rib will play the very devil with me for stopping out all night. There will be a fine peal sounded when I get home. [_Rises._](135) How confoundedly stiff and sore my joints do feel; surely I must have been sleeping for a pretty long time! Asleep! [no;](136) I was awake and enjoying myself with as jolly a rum set of codgers as ever helped to toom out a keg of Hollands. I danced, and egad, drank with them, till I was pretty blue, and dat’s no mistake;—but confound it, they shouldn’t have caught me napping, for ’tis plain they have taken themselves off [like an unceremonious pack of—pack of—give an eye tooth to know who they were.(137) [_Looking around._] Where is my gun? I left it on a little bush. [_On examining he finds the rusty barrel of his gun._] Hillo! [come up, here’s a grab!](138) the unmannerly set of sharpers! stolen one of the best fowling-pieces that ever made a crack; and left this [worthless,](139) rusty barrel, by way of exchange! What will Dame Van Winkle say to this! By the hookey! but she’ll comb my hair finely! Now, I went to sleep beneath that hickory;—’twas a mere bush. Can I be dreaming still? Is there any one who will be [good](140) enough to tell me whether it is so or not? Be blowed if I can make head or tail [o’nt.](141) One course only now remains,—to pluck up resolution, go back to Dame Van Winkle, and by dunder! she’ll soon let me know whether I’m awake or not!(142) [_Music.—Exit._ *Footnotes* 133 In K., the scene opens thus: _The_ AERIAL SPIRITS _in Tableau._—_Dance of the_ SPIRITS _to the gleams of the rising sun._—_Tableau._ SPIRIT OF THE MOUNTAIN. [_Speaks._] Wake, sleeper, wake, rouse from thy slumbers. The rosy cheeked dawn is beginning to break, The dream-spell no longer thy spirit encumbers. Gone is its power, then wake, sleeper, wake. The Spirits of Night can no longer enchain thee, The breeze of the morn now is striving to shake Sweet dewdrops like gems from the copsewood and forest tree. All nature is smiling, then wake, sleeper, wake. _Tableau.—They disappear as the clouds gradually pass away and a full burst of bright sunshine illumines the scene._] 134 “Frau” in K.