The “Once Upon a Time Club”:
Rough’s Story of the Old Man and the Ape
by Vieux Moustache
It was Rough’s turn for the next story, but more than a month passed before the “Once Upon a Time Club” met again, and then, not upon the roof, of a hot moonlight night, but in the ruin of an old sawmill in Sleepy Hollow, and on a gray, blustering autumn Saturday.
The open end of the sawmill, into which there blew, with every backhander of the northeaster, little flocks of fluttering, crackling leaves––yellow, scarlet, purple, oaks, maple, chestnuts, and all the rich variegations and variations of leaf color and kind––looked down a brook that hurried, with a steady run here and a sudden jump there, to the Hudson, six miles away. It was a cool gray day, but there were pleasant summery vistas through the partly stripped trees over the brook-… Read More