Wolfert's Roost and Miscellanies by Irving, Washington, 1783-1859

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Geoffrey Crayon. * * * * * To The Editor Of The Knickerbocker.

* * * * * A Chronicle Of Wolfert's Roost. Found Among The Papers Of The Late Diedrich Knickerbocker.

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Geoffrey Crayon. * * * * * Sleepy Hollow. By Geoffrey Crayon, Gent.

* * * * * The Birds Of Spring. By Geoffrey Crayon, Gent.

Geoffrey Crayon. * * * * * Recollections Of The Alhambra. By The Author Of The Sketch-book.

* * * * * Geoffrey Crayon. The Abencerrage. A Spanish Tale.

* * * * * The Enchanted Island. By The Author Of The Sketch-book.

* * * * * The Adelantado Of The Seven Cities. A Legend Of St. Brandan.

* * * * * National Nomenclature. To The Editor Of The Knickerbocker.

* * * * * Desultory Thoughts On Criticism.

G.c. * * * * * Spanish Romance. To The Editor Of The Knickerbocker.

* * * * * Legend Of Don Munio Sancho De Hinojosa. By The Author Of The Sketch-book. * * * * *

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Communipaw. To The Editor Of The Knickerbocker.

Hermanus Vanderdonk. * * * * * Conspiracy Of The Cocked Hats. To The Editor Of The Knickerbocker.

Roloff Van Ripper. * * * * *

* * * * * The Bermudas. A Shaksperian Research: By The Author Of The Sketchbook.

* * * * * The Three Kings Of Bermuda. And Their Treasure Of Ambergris.

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* * * * * Pelayo And The Merchant's Daughter. By The Author Of The Sketch-book.

* * * * * The Knight Of Malta. To The Editor Of The Knickerbocker

Geoffrey Crayon. * * * * * The Grand Prior Of Minorca, A Veritable Ghost Story.

* * * * * * * * * * By Geoffrey Crayon, Gent.

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* * * * * The Count Van Horn.

The next morning, some of the bolder and more curious undertook to reconnoitre. All was quiet and lifeless at the Wild Goose. The door yawned wide open, and had evidently been open all night, for the storm had beaten into the house. Gathering more courage from the silence and apparent desertion, they gradually ventured over the threshold. The house had indeed the air of having been possessed by devils. Every thing was topsy-turvy; trunks had been broken open, and chests of drawers and corner cupboards turned inside out, as in a time of general sack and pillage; but the most woful sight was the widow of Yan Yost Vanderscamp, extended a corpse on the floor of the blue-chamber, with the marks of a deadly gripe on the wind-pipe.

All now was conjecture and dismay at Communipaw; and the disappearance of old Pluto, who was no where to be found, gave rise to all kinds of wild surmises. Some suggested that the negro had betrayed the house to some of Vanderscamp's bucaniering associates, and that they had decamped together with the booty; others surmised that the negro was nothing more nor less than a devil incarnate, who had now accomplished his ends, and made off with his dues. Events, however, vindicated the negro from this last imputation. His skiff was picked up, drifting about the bay, bottom upward, as if wrecked in a tempest; and his body was found, shortly afterward, by some Communipaw fishermen, stranded among the rocks of Gibbet-Island, near the foot of the pirates' gallows. The fishermen shook their heads, and observed that old Pluto had ventured once too often to invite Guests from Gibbet-Island.

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THE BERMUDAS.

A SHAKSPERIAN RESEARCH: BY THE AUTHOR OF THE SKETCHBOOK.

"Who did not think, till within these foure yeares, but that these islands had been rather a habitation for Divells, than fit for men to dwell in? Who did not hate the name, when hee was on land, and shun the place when he was on the seas? But behold the misprision and conceits of the world! For true and large experience hath now told us, it is one of the sweetest paradises that be upon earth."--"A PLAINE DESCRIPT. OF THE BARMUDAS:" 1613.

In the course of a voyage home from England, our ship had been struggling, for two or three weeks, with perverse headwinds, and a stormy sea. It was in the month of May, yet the weather had at times a wintry sharpness, and it was apprehended that we were in the neighborhood of floating islands of ice, which at that season of the year drift out of the Gulf of Saint Lawrence, and sometimes occasion the wreck of noble ships.