Attached to the story is a note supposed to have been written by Diedrich Knickerbocker, which a careless reader might overlook, but which is an excellent introduction to the story.  Says he: 

“The story of Rip Van Winkle may seem incredible to many, but nevertheless I give it my full belief, for I know the vicinity of our old Dutch settlements to have been very subject to marvelous events and appearances.  Indeed, I have heard many stranger stories than this in the villages along the Hudson; all of which were too well authenticated to admit of a doubt.  I have even talked with Rip Van Winkle myself, who, when I last saw him, was a very venerable old man, and so perfectly rational and consistent on every point, that I think no conscientious person could refuse to take this into the bargain; nay, I have seen a certificate on the subject, taken before a country justice, and signed with a cross, in the justice’s own handwriting.  The story, therefore, is beyond the possibility of doubt.”

Rip was truly an original character.  He had a shrewish wife who was always scolding him; and he seems to have deserved all the cross things she said to him, for he had “an insuperable aversion to all kinds of profitable labor—­in other words, he was as lazy a fellow as you could find in all the country side.”

Nevertheless, every one liked him, he was so good-natured.  “He was a great favorite among all the good wives of the village, who took his part in all the family squabbles; and never failed whenever they talked those matters over in their evening gossipings, to lay all the blame on Dame Van Winkle.  The children of the village, too, would shout with joy whenever he approached.  He assisted at their sports, made their playthings, taught them to fly kites and shoot marbles, and told them long stories of ghosts, witches, and Indians.  Whenever he went dodging about the village, he was surrounded by a troop of them, hanging on his skirts, clambering on his back, and playing a thousand tricks on him with impunity; and not a dog would bark at him throughout the neighborhood.”

You can’t find much fault with a man who is so well liked that even the dogs will not bark at him.  You are reminded of Irving himself, who for so many years was so idle; and yet who, out of his very idleness, produced such charming stories.

“Rip Van Winkle,” continues the narrative, “was one of those happy mortals, of foolish, well-oiled dispositions, who take the world easy, eat white bread or brown, whichever can be got with least thought or trouble, and would rather starve on a penny than work for a pound.  If left to himself, he would have whistled life away in perfect contentment; but his wife kept continually dinning in his ears about his idleness, his carelessness, and the ruin he was bringing on his family.”