By degrees Rip's awe and apprehension subsided. He even ventured, when no eye was fixed upon him, to taste the beverage, which he found had much of the flavor of excellent Hollands. He was naturally a thirsty soul, and was soon tempted to repeat the draught. One taste provoked another; and he reiterated his visits to the flagon so often that at length his senses were overpowered, his eyes swam in his head, his head gradually declined, and he fell into a deep sleep.
On waking (при пробуждении), he found himself on the green knoll (он обнаружил себя на зеленом холмике) whence he had first seen the old man of the glen (с которого впервые увидел старика из долины). He rubbed his eyes (он потер свои глаза) — it was a bright sunny morning (это было яркое солнечное утро). The birds were hopping and twittering among the bushes (птички прыгали и чирикали в кустах), and the eagle was wheeling aloft (и высоко парил орел), and breasting the pure mountain breeze (и разрывал грудью чистый горный ветер). "Surely," thought Rip (точно, — подумал Рип), "I have not slept here all night (/уж/ не проспал /ли/ я здесь всю ночь)." He recalled the occurances before he fell asleep (он припомнил произошедшее до того, как он заснул: «что случилось прежде, чем он заснул»;
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 the pure mountain breeze. "Surely," thought Rip, "I have not slept here all night." He recalled the occurances before he fell asleep. The strange man with a keg of liquor — the mountain ravine — the wild retreat among the rocks — the wobegone party at nine-pins — the flagon — "Oh! that flagon! that wicked flagon!" thought Rip — "what excuse shall I make to Dame Van Winkle!"
He looked round for his gun (он посмотрел вокруг =
He looked round for his gun, but in place of the clean well-oiled fowling-piece, he found an old firelock lying by him, the barrel incrusted with rust, the lock falling off, and the stock worm-eaten. He now suspected that the grave roysters of the mountain had put a trick upon him, and, having dosed him with liquor, had robbed him of his gun. Wolf, too, had disappeared, but he might have strayed away after a squirrel or partridge. He whistled after him and shouted his name, but all in vain; the echoes repeated his whistle and shout, but no dog was to be seen.