Seth.
No, I'm darned if I do. I should say you belonged to Noah's ark—-
Rip.
Did you never hear in Catskill of one Rip Van Winkle?
Seth.
What, Rip Van Winkle, the greatest rum-sucker in the country?
Rip.
Dat is a fact—dat is him! ha! ha! now we shall see.
Seth.
Oh, yes, I've heard of him; the old coon's been dead these twenty years.