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The
speaker
,
on
pronouncing
them
,
pulled
up
,
almost
dragging
the
mustang
on
its
haunches
;
and
with
eyes
that
seemed
ready
to
start
from
their
sockets
,
sate
gazing
across
the
plain
.
There
was
something
more
than
surprise
in
that
stedfast
glance
--
there
was
horror
.
And
no
wonder
:
for
the
spectacle
upon
which
it
rested
was
one
to
terrify
the
stoutest
heart
.
The
sun
had
stolen
up
above
the
horizon
of
the
prairie
,
and
was
behind
the
rider
's
back
,
in
the
direct
line
of
the
course
he
had
been
pursuing
.
Before
him
,
along
the
heaven
's
edge
,
extended
a
belt
of
bluish
mist
--
the
exhalation
arising
out
of
the
chapparal
--
now
not
far
distant
.
The
trees
themselves
were
unseen
--
concealed
under
the
film
floating
over
them
,
that
like
a
veil
of
purple
gauze
,
rose
to
a
considerable
height
above
their
tops
--
gradually
merging
into
the
deeper
azure
of
the
sky
.
On
this
veil
,
or
moving
behind
it
--
as
in
the
transparencies
of
a
stage
scene
--
appeared
a
form
strange
enough
to
have
left
the
spectator
incredulous
,
had
he
not
beheld
it
before
.
It
was
that
of
the
Headless
Horseman
.
But
not
as
seen
before
--
either
by
Calhoun
himself
,
or
any
of
the
others
.
No
.
It
was
now
altogether
different
.
In
shape
the
same
;
but
in
size
it
was
increased
to
tenfold
its
original
dimensions
!
No
longer
a
man
,
but
a
Colossus
--
a
giant
.
No
longer
a
horse
,
but
an
animal
of
equine
shape
,
with
the
towering
height
and
huge
massive
bulk
of
a
mastodon
!
Nor
was
this
all
of
the
new
to
be
noted
about
the
Headless
Horseman
.
A
still
greater
change
was
presented
in
his
appearance
;
one
yet
more
inexplicable
,
if
that
could
possibly
be
.
He
was
no
longer
walking
upon
the
ground
,
but
against
the
sky
;
both
horse
and
rider
moving
in
an
inverted
position
!
The
hoofs
of
the
former
were
distinctly
perceptible
upon
the
upper
edge
of
the
film
;
while
the
shoulders
--
I
had
almost
said
head
--
of
the
latter
were
close
down
to
the
line
of
the
horizon
!
The
serapé
shrouding
them
hung
in
the
right
direction
--
not
as
regarded
the
laws
of
gravity
,
but
the
attitude
of
the
wearer
.
So
,
too
,
the
bridle
reins
,
the
mane
,
and
sweeping
tail
of
the
horse
.
All
draped
upwards
!
When
first
seen
,
the
spectral
form
--
now
more
spectre-like
than
ever
--
was
going
at
a
slow
,
leisurely
walk
.
In
this
pace
it
for
some
time
continued
--
Calhoun
gazing
upon
it
with
a
heart
brimful
of
horror
.
