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The Devil and Tom Walker 1 NARRATOR #3: Under one of these gigantic trees, according to old stories, there was a great amount of treasure buried by Kidd the pirate. The inlet allowed a facility to bring the money in a boat secretly and at night to the very foot of the hill. NARRATOR #1: The elevation of the place permitted a good look-out to be kept that no one was at hand. NARRATOR #2: And the remarkable trees formed good landmarks by which the place might easily be found again. NARRATOR #3: The old stories add, moreover, that the devil himself presided at the hiding of the money and took it under his guardianship! NARRATOR #1: But as everyone knows, THE DEVIL AND TOM WALKER this is what he always does with buried BY WASHINGTON IRVING treasure— particularly when it has been ill gotten. CAST NARRATOR #2: As for Captain Kidd, he NARRATOR #1 One Who Narrates never returned to recover his wealth. NARRATOR #2 Another Who Narrates Shortly afterward he was seized at Boston, NARRATOR #3 Another Who Narrates sent out to England, and there hanged for a TOM WALKER Greedy New-Englander pirate. DEVIL Strange, Hairy Man (shouting of an angry mob) WIFE Tom’s Wife SPECULATOR Ruined Land Investor NARRATOR #3: About the year 1727, just about the time when earthquakes were NARRATOR #1: A few miles from Boston, prevalent in New England and shook many Massachusetts, there is a deep inlet which tall sinners down upon their knees… terminates in a thickly wooded swamp. On one side of this inlet is a beautiful dark (rumbling of earthquake) grove. NARRATOR #1: There lived near this NARRATOR #2: On the opposite side the place a meager, miserly fellow by the name land rises abruptly from the water's edge, of Tom Walker. into a high ridge on which grow a few NARRATOR #2: Tom had a wife as scattered oaks of great age and immense miserly as himself. They were so miserly size. Copyright © 2015 Zachary Hamby Mythologyteacher.com The Devil and Tom Walker 2 that they even conspired to cheat each a tall termagant, fierce of temper, loud of other. Whatever the woman could lay tongue, and strong of arm. Her voice was hands on she hid away. often heard in wordy warfare with her husband. NARRATOR #3: A hen could not cackle but she was on the alert to secure the new- WIFE: Where have you been, you laid egg. worthless sack of nothing! NARRATOR #1: Her husband was TOM: Leave me alone, you old shrew! continually prying about to detect her secret hoards, and many and fierce were the WIFE: I’ll teach you to talk back to me! conflicts that took place about what ought (sound of a slap) to have been common property. NARRATOR #2: And Tom’s face WIFE: And just where did you get that egg, sometimes showed signs that their conflicts Tom Walker! were not confined to words. TOM: None of your business, woman! This NARRATOR #3: No one ventured, here egg is mine! however, to interfere between them. NARRATOR #2: They lived in a forlorn NARRATOR #1: If a lonely wayfarer looking house that stood alone and had an happened by, he shrunk within himself air of starvation. A few straggling savin when he heard the horrid clamor and trees, emblems of sterility, grew near it. clapper-clawing from within the house. NARRATOR #3: No smoke ever curled Then he hurried on his way, rejoicing, if a from its chimney. bachelor, in his celibacy. NARRATOR #1: No traveler stopped at its NARRATOR #2: One day that Tom Walker door. had been to a distant part of the neighborhood, he took what he considered NARRATOR #2: A miserable horse, whose a short cut homewards through the swamp. ribs were as articulate as the bars of a gridiron, stalked about a field where a thin NARRATOR #3: Like most short cuts, it carpet of moss, scarcely covering the ragged was an ill chosen route. The swamp was beds of pudding stone, tantalized and thickly grown with great gloomy pines and balked his hunger. hemlocks, some of them ninety feet high; which made it dark at noonday, and a (sad whinny of a horse) retreat for all the owls of the neighborhood. NARRATOR #3: Sometimes he would lean (hooting of owls) his head over the fence, look piteously at the passerby, and seem to petition NARRATOR #1: It was full of pits and deliverance from this land of famine. quagmires, partly covered with weeds and mosses, where the green surface often NARRATOR #1: The house and its inmates betrayed the traveler into a gulf of black had altogether a bad name. Tom's wife was smothering mud. Copyright © 2015 Zachary Hamby Mythologyteacher.com The Devil and Tom Walker 3 NARRATOR #2: There were also dark and had a bad opinion of it from the stories stagnant pools, the abodes of the tadpole, handed down from the time of the Indian the bull-frog, and the water snake, and wars—when it was asserted that the where trunks of pines and hemlocks lay half savages held incantations here and made drowned, half rotting, looking like sacrifices to the evil spirit. alligators, sleeping in the mire. NARRATOR #2: Tom Walker, however, NARRATOR #3: Tom had long been was not a man to be troubled with any fears picking his way cautiously through this of the kind. He reposed himself for some treacherous forest; stepping from tuft to tuft time on the trunk of a fallen hemlock, of rushes and roots which afforded listening to the boding cry of the tree toad, precarious footholds among deep sloughs; and delving with his walking staff into a or pacing carefully, like a cat, along the mound of black mold at his feet. prostrate trunks of trees; startled now and then by the sudden screaming of the bittern, NARRATOR #3: As he turned up the soil or the quacking of a wild duck, rising on the unconsciously, his staff struck against wing from some solitary pool. something hard. He raked it out of the vegetable mold, and lo! a cloven skull with NARRATOR #1: At length he arrived at a an Indian tomahawk buried deep in it, lay piece of firm ground, which ran out like a before him. peninsula into the deep bosom of the swamp. It had been one of the strong holds TOM: What’s this? of the Indians during their wars with the NARRATOR #1: The rust on the weapon first colonists. showed the time that had elapsed since this NARRATOR #2: Here they had thrown up death blow had been given. It was a dreary a kind of fort which they had looked upon memento of the fierce struggle that had as almost impregnable, and had used as a taken place in this last foothold of the place of refuge for their squaws and Indian warriors. children. TOM: Humph! NARRATOR #3: Nothing remained of the NARRATOR #2: He gave the skull a kick Indian fort but a few embankments to shake the dirt from it. A gruff voice gradually sinking to the level of the suddenly appeared in the air. surrounding earth, and already overgrown in part by oaks and other forest trees, the DEVIL: Let that skull alone! foliage of which formed a contrast to the dark pines and hemlocks of the swamp. NARRATOR #3: Tom lifted up his eyes and beheld a great black man, seated NARRATOR #1: It was late in the dusk of directly opposite him on the stump of a tree. evening that Tom Walker reached the old He was exceedingly surprised, having fort, and he paused there for a while to rest neither seen nor heard anyone approach, himself. Anyone but he would have felt and he was still more perplexed on unwilling to linger in this lonely observing, as well as the gathering gloom melancholy place, for the common people Copyright © 2015 Zachary Hamby Mythologyteacher.com The Devil and Tom Walker 4 would permit, that the stranger was neither NARRATOR #2: On the bark of the tree negro nor Indian. was scored the name of Deacon Peabody. He now looked round and found most of NARRATOR #1: It is true, he was dressed the tall trees marked with the name of some in a rude, half Indian garb, and had a red great men of the colony, and all more or less belt or sash swathed round his body, but his scored by the axe. face was neither black nor copper color, but swarthy and dingy and begrimed with soot, NARRATOR #3: The one on which he had as if he had been accustomed to toil among been seated, and which had evidently just fires and forges. He had a shock of coarse been hewn down, bore the name of black hair that stood out from his head in all Crowninshield. directions, he bore an axe on his shoulder. TOM: Crowinshield? I recollect a mighty NARRATOR #2: He scowled for a moment rich man of that name. He made a vulgar at Tom with a pair of great red eyes and display of his wealth. It was a rumor that he spoke with a hoarse and growling voice. had acquired that money by being a pirate. DEVIL: What are you doing in my DEVIL: He's just ready for burning! (growl grounds? of triumph) You see I am likely to have a good stock of firewood for winter. TOM: (scoffing laugh) Your grounds? They’re no more your grounds than mine! TOM: But what right do you have to cut They belong to Deacon Peabody." down Deacon Peabody's timber? DEVIL: Deacon Peabody be danged! DEVIL: The right of prior claim! This woodland belonged to me long before one NARRATOR #3: The strange, dark man of your white faced race put foot upon the actually said something much worse, but soil." we’ll refrain from using it in mixed company.