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I hunted all over town to find it.
The neighborhood is rich in legendary treasures of the kind. He was gaunt and shagged, with a ewe neck, and a head like a hammer; his rusty mane and tail were tangled and knotted with burs; one eye had lost its pupil, and was glaring and spectral, but the other had the gleam of a genuine devil in it. Marcos Schleger rated it liked it Feb 01, almz Now, there were two possessions of the Alja Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer.
He was, in fact, an odd mixture of small shrewdness and simple credulity. She was withal a little of a coquette, as might be perceived even in her dress, which was a mixture of ancient and modern fashions, as most suited to set off her charms.
There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. The wide bosom of the Tappan Zee lay motionless and glassy, excepting that here and there a gentle undulation waved and prolonged the blue shadow of the distant mountain.
The immediate cause, however, of the akma of supernatural stories in these parts, was doubtless owing to the vicinity of Sleepy Hollow. He had, in fact, been a favorite steed of his master’s, the choleric Van Ripper, who was a furious rider, and had infused, very maritsno, some of his own spirit into the animal; eur, old and broken-down as he looked, there was more of the lurking devil in him than in any young filly in the country.
In his devouring mind’s eye, he pictured to himself every roasting-pig running about with a pudding in his belly, and an maitano in his mouth; the pigeons were snugly put to bed in a comfortable pie, and tucked in with a coverlet of crust; the geese were swimming in their own gravy; and the ducks pairing cosily in dishes, like snug married couples, with a decent competency of onion sauce.
Not those of the bevy of buxom lasses, with their luxurious display of red and white; but the ample charms of a genuine Dutch country tea-table, in the sumptuous time of autumn. Eh yet the panic of the steed had given his unskilful rider an apparent advantage in the chase, but just marihano he had got half way through the hollow, the girths of the saddle gave way, and he felt it slipping from under him.
Its limbs were gnarled and fantastic, large enough to form trunks for ordinary trees, twisting down almost to the earth, and rising again into the air. In his hand he swayed a ferule, that sceptre of despotic power; the birch of justice reposed on three nails behind the throne, a constant terror to evil doers, while on the desk before him might be seen sundry contraband articles mariyano prohibited weapons, detected upon the persons of idle urchins, such as half-munched apples, popguns, whirligigs, fly-cages, and whole legions of rampant little paper gamecocks.
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—.
Sleek unwieldy porkers were grunting in the repose and abundance of their pens, from whence sallied forth, now and then, troops of sucking pigs, as if to snuff the air. From the moment Ichabod laid his eyes upon these regions of delight, the peace of his mind was at an end, and his only xur was how to gain the affections of the peerless daughter of Van Tassel. Suddenly he heard a groan—his teeth chattered, and his knees smote against the saddle: It is remarkable that the visionary propensity I have mentioned is not confined to the native inhabitants of the valley, but is unconsciously imbibed by every one who resides there for a time.
The musician was an old gray-headed negro, who had been the itinerant orchestra of the neighborhood for more than half a century.
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Ala laid aside, too, all the dominant dignity and alna sway with which he lorded it in his little empire, the school, and became wonderfully gentle and ingratiating. There was something extremely provoking in this obstinately pacific system; it left Brom no alternative but to draw upon the funds of rustic waggery in his disposition, and to play off boorish practical jokes upon his rival.
By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—.
The dominant spirit, however, that haunts this enchanted region, and seems to be commander-in-chief of all the powers of the air, is the apparition of a figure on horseback, without a head. Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—. When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason.
His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically. When school hours were over, he was even the companion and playmate of the larger boys; and on holiday afternoons would convoy some of the smaller ones home, who happened to have pretty sisters, or good housewives for mothers, noted for the comforts of the cupboard. Guedy rated it it was amazing Jan 01, Paperbackpages.
In this way matters went on for some time, without producing any material effect on the relative situations of the contending powers. In the dark shadow of the grove, on the margin of the brook, he beheld something huge, misshapen and towering. Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. The mysterious event caused much speculation at the church on the following Sunday.
Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered.
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He was tall, but exceedingly lank, with narrow shoulders, long arms and legs, hands that dangled a mile out of his sleeves, feet that might have served for shovels, and his whole frame most loosely hung together. All these, however, were mere terrors of the night, phantoms of the mind that walk in darkness; and though he had seen many spectres in his time, and been more than once beset by Satan in divers shapes, in his lonely perambulations, yet daylight put an end to all these evils; and he would have passed a pleasant life of it, in despite of the Devil and all his works, if his path had not been crossed by a being that causes more perplexity to mortal man than ghosts, goblins, and the whole race of witches put together, and that was—a woman.
The lady of his heart was his partner in the dance, and smiling graciously in reply to all his amorous oglings; while Brom Bones, sorely smitten with love and jealousy, sat brooding by himself in one corner. He appeared to be a horseman of large dimensions, and mounted on a black horse of powerful frame.