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No
signs
of
life
occurred
near
him
,
but
occasionally
the
melancholy
chirp
of
a
cricket
,
or
perhaps
the
guttural
twang
of
a
bullfrog
from
a
neighboring
marsh
,
as
if
sleeping
uncomfortably
and
turning
suddenly
in
his
bed
.
All
the
stories
of
ghosts
and
goblins
that
he
had
heard
in
the
afternoon
now
came
crowding
upon
his
recollection
.
The
night
grew
darker
and
darker
;
the
stars
seemed
to
sink
deeper
in
the
sky
,
and
driving
clouds
occasionally
hid
them
from
his
sight
.
He
had
never
felt
so
lonely
and
dismal
.
He
was
,
moreover
,
approaching
the
very
place
where
many
of
the
scenes
of
the
ghost
stories
had
been
laid
.
In
the
centre
of
the
road
stood
an
enormous
tulip
-
tree
,
which
towered
like
a
giant
above
all
the
other
trees
of
the
neighborhood
,
and
formed
a
kind
of
landmark
.
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
.
It
was
connected
with
the
tragical
story
of
the
unfortunate
André
,
who
had
been
taken
prisoner
hard
by
;
and
was
universally
known
by
the
name
of
Major
André
’
s
tree
.
The
common
people
regarded
it
with
a
mixture
of
respect
and
superstition
,
partly
out
of
sympathy
for
the
fate
of
its
ill
-
starred
namesake
,
and
partly
from
the
tales
of
strange
sights
,
and
doleful
lamentations
,
told
concerning
it
.
As
Ichabod
approached
this
fearful
tree
,
he
began
to
whistle
;
he
thought
his
whistle
was
answered
;
it
was
but
a
blast
sweeping
sharply
through
the
dry
branches
.
As
he
approached
a
little
nearer
,
he
thought
he
saw
something
white
,
hanging
in
the
midst
of
the
tree
:
he
paused
and
ceased
whistling
but
,
on
looking
more
narrowly
,
perceived
that
it
was
a
place
where
the
tree
had
been
scathed
by
lightning
,
and
the
white
wood
laid
bare
.
Suddenly
he
heard
a
groan
—
his
teeth
chattered
,
and
his
knees
smote
against
the
saddle
:
it
was
but
the
rubbing
of
one
huge
bough
upon
another
,
as
they
were
swayed
about
by
the
breeze
.
He
passed
the
tree
in
safety
,
but
new
perils
lay
before
him
.
About
two
hundred
yards
from
the
tree
,
a
small
brook
crossed
the
road
,
and
ran
into
a
marshy
and
thickly
-
wooded
glen
,
known
by
the
name
of
Wiley
’
s
Swamp
.
A
few
rough
logs
,
laid
side
by
side
,
served
for
a
bridge
over
this
stream
.
On
that
side
of
the
road
where
the
brook
entered
the
wood
,
a
group
of
oaks
and
chestnuts
,
matted
thick
with
wild
grape
-
vines
,
threw
a
cavernous
gloom
over
it
.
To
pass
this
bridge
was
the
severest
trial
.
It
was
at
this
identical
spot
that
the
unfortunate
André
was
captured
,
and
under
the
covert
of
those
chestnuts
and
vines
were
the
sturdy
yeomen
concealed
who
surprised
him
.
This
has
ever
since
been
considered
a
haunted
stream
,
and
fearful
are
the
feelings
of
the
schoolboy
who
has
to
pass
it
alone
after
dark
.
As
he
approached
the
stream
,
his
heart
began
to
thump
;
he
summoned
up
,
however
,
all
his
resolution
,
gave
his
horse
half
a
score
of
kicks
in
the
ribs
,
and
attempted
to
dash
briskly
across
the
bridge
;
but
instead
of
starting
forward
,
the
perverse
old
animal
made
a
lateral
movement
,
and
ran
broadside
against
the
fence
.
Ichabod
,
whose
fears
increased
with
the
delay
,
jerked
the
reins
on
the
other
side
,
and
kicked
lustily
with
the
contrary
foot
:
it
was
all
in
vain
;
his
steed
started
,
it
is
true
,
but
it
was
only
to
plunge
to
the
opposite
side
of
the
road
into
a
thicket
of
brambles
and
alder
bushes
.
The
schoolmaster
now
bestowed
both
whip
and
heel
upon
the
starveling
ribs
of
old
Gunpowder
,
who
dashed
forward
,
snuffling
and
snorting
,
but
came
to
a
stand
just
by
the
bridge
,
with
a
suddenness
that
had
nearly
sent
his
rider
sprawling
over
his
head
.
Just
at
this
moment
a
plashy
tramp
by
the
side
of
the
bridge
caught
the
sensitive
ear
of
Ichabod
.
In
the
dark
shadow
of
the
grove
,
on
the
margin
of
the
brook
,
he
beheld
something
huge
,
misshapen
and
towering
.
It
stirred
not
,
but
seemed
gathered
up
in
the
gloom
,
like
some
gigantic
monster
ready
to
spring
upon
the
traveller
.
The
hair
of
the
affrighted
pedagogue
rose
upon
his
head
with
terror
.
What
was
to
be
done
?
To
turn
and
fly
was
now
too
late
;
and
besides
,
what
chance
was
there
of
escaping
ghost
or
goblin
,
if
such
it
was
,
which
could
ride
upon
the
wings
of
the
wind
?
Summoning
up
,
therefore
,
a
show
of
courage
,
he
demanded
in
stammering
accents
,
“
Who
are
you
?
”
He
received
no
reply
.
He
repeated
his
demand
in
a
still
more
agitated
voice
.
Still
there
was
no
answer
.
Once
more
he
cudgelled
the
sides
of
the
inflexible
Gunpowder
,
and
,
shutting
his
eyes
,
broke
forth
with
involuntary
fervor
into
a
psalm
tune
.
Just
then
the
shadowy
object
of
alarm
put
itself
in
motion
,
and
with
a
scramble
and
a
bound
stood
at
once
in
the
middle
of
the
road
.
Though
the
night
was
dark
and
dismal
,
yet
the
form
of
the
unknown
might
now
in
some
degree
be
ascertained
.
He
appeared
to
be
a
horseman
of
large
dimensions
,
and
mounted
on
a
black
horse
of
powerful
frame
.
He
made
no
offer
of
molestation
or
sociability
,
but
kept
aloof
on
one
side
of
the
road
,
jogging
along
on
the
blind
side
of
old
Gunpowder
,
who
had
now
got
over
his
fright
and
waywardness
.
Ichabod
,
who
had
no
relish
for
this
strange
midnight
companion
,
and
bethought
himself
of
the
adventure
of
Brom
Bones
with
the
Galloping
Hessian
,
now
quickened
his
steed
in
hopes
of
leaving
him
behind
.
The
stranger
,
however
,
quickened
his
horse
to
an
equal
pace
.
Ichabod
pulled
up
,
and
fell
into
a
walk
,
thinking
to
lag
behind
,
—
the
other
did
the
same
.
His
heart
began
to
sink
within
him
;
he
endeavored
to
resume
his
psalm
tune
,
but
his
parched
tongue
clove
to
the
roof
of
his
mouth
,
and
he
could
not
utter
a
stave
.
There
was
something
in
the
moody
and
dogged
silence
of
this
pertinacious
companion
that
was
mysterious
and
appalling
.
It
was
soon
fearfully
accounted
for
.
On
mounting
a
rising
ground
,
which
brought
the
figure
of
his
fellow
-
traveller
in
relief
against
the
sky
,
gigantic
in
height
,
and
muffled
in
a
cloak
,
Ichabod
was
horror
-
struck
on
perceiving
that
he
was
headless
!
—
but
his
horror
was
still
more
increased
on
observing
that
the
head
,
which
should
have
rested
on
his
shoulders
,
was
carried
before
him
on
the
pommel
of
his
saddle
!
His
terror
rose
to
desperation
;
he
rained
a
shower
of
kicks
and
blows
upon
Gunpowder
,
hoping
by
a
sudden
movement
to
give
his
companion
the
slip
;
but
the
spectre
started
full
jump
with
him
.
