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Away
,
then
,
they
dashed
through
thick
and
thin
;
stones
flying
and
sparks
flashing
at
every
bound
.
Ichabod
’
s
flimsy
garments
fluttered
in
the
air
,
as
he
stretched
his
long
lank
body
away
over
his
horse
’
s
head
,
in
the
eagerness
of
his
flight
.
They
had
now
reached
the
road
which
turns
off
to
Sleepy
Hollow
;
but
Gunpowder
,
who
seemed
possessed
with
a
demon
,
instead
of
keeping
up
it
,
made
an
opposite
turn
,
and
plunged
headlong
downhill
to
the
left
.
This
road
leads
through
a
sandy
hollow
shaded
by
trees
for
about
a
quarter
of
a
mile
,
where
it
crosses
the
bridge
famous
in
goblin
story
;
and
just
beyond
swells
the
green
knoll
on
which
stands
the
whitewashed
church
.
As
yet
the
panic
of
the
steed
had
given
his
unskilful
rider
an
apparent
advantage
in
the
chase
,
but
just
as
he
had
got
half
way
through
the
hollow
,
the
girths
of
the
saddle
gave
way
,
and
he
felt
it
slipping
from
under
him
.
He
seized
it
by
the
pommel
,
and
endeavored
to
hold
it
firm
,
but
in
vain
;
and
had
just
time
to
save
himself
by
clasping
old
Gunpowder
round
the
neck
,
when
the
saddle
fell
to
the
earth
,
and
he
heard
it
trampled
under
foot
by
his
pursuer
.
For
a
moment
the
terror
of
Hans
Van
Ripper
’
s
wrath
passed
across
his
mind
,
—
for
it
was
his
Sunday
saddle
;
but
this
was
no
time
for
petty
fears
;
the
goblin
was
hard
on
his
haunches
;
and
(
unskilful
rider
that
he
was
!
)
he
had
much
ado
to
maintain
his
seat
;
sometimes
slipping
on
one
side
,
sometimes
on
another
,
and
sometimes
jolted
on
the
high
ridge
of
his
horse
’
s
backbone
,
with
a
violence
that
he
verily
feared
would
cleave
him
asunder
.
An
opening
in
the
trees
now
cheered
him
with
the
hopes
that
the
church
bridge
was
at
hand
.
The
wavering
reflection
of
a
silver
star
in
the
bosom
of
the
brook
told
him
that
he
was
not
mistaken
.
He
saw
the
walls
of
the
church
dimly
glaring
under
the
trees
beyond
.
He
recollected
the
place
where
Brom
Bones
’
s
ghostly
competitor
had
disappeared
.
“
If
I
can
but
reach
that
bridge
,
”
thought
Ichabod
,
“
I
am
safe
.
”
Just
then
he
heard
the
black
steed
panting
and
blowing
close
behind
him
;
he
even
fancied
that
he
felt
his
hot
breath
.
Another
convulsive
kick
in
the
ribs
,
and
old
Gunpowder
sprang
upon
the
bridge
;
he
thundered
over
the
resounding
planks
;
he
gained
the
opposite
side
;
and
now
Ichabod
cast
a
look
behind
to
see
if
his
pursuer
should
vanish
,
according
to
rule
,
in
a
flash
of
fire
and
brimstone
.
Just
then
he
saw
the
goblin
rising
in
his
stirrups
,
and
in
the
very
act
of
hurling
his
head
at
him
.
Ichabod
endeavored
to
dodge
the
horrible
missile
,
but
too
late
.
It
encountered
his
cranium
with
a
tremendous
crash
,
—
he
was
tumbled
headlong
into
the
dust
,
and
Gunpowder
,
the
black
steed
,
and
the
goblin
rider
,
passed
by
like
a
whirlwind
.
The
next
morning
the
old
horse
was
found
without
his
saddle
,
and
with
the
bridle
under
his
feet
,
soberly
cropping
the
grass
at
his
master
’
s
gate
.
Ichabod
did
not
make
his
appearance
at
breakfast
;
dinner
-
hour
came
,
but
no
Ichabod
.
The
boys
assembled
at
the
schoolhouse
,
and
strolled
idly
about
the
banks
of
the
brook
;
but
no
schoolmaster
.
Hans
Van
Ripper
now
began
to
feel
some
uneasiness
about
the
fate
of
poor
Ichabod
,
and
his
saddle
.
An
inquiry
was
set
on
foot
,
and
after
diligent
investigation
they
came
upon
his
traces
.
In
one
part
of
the
road
leading
to
the
church
was
found
the
saddle
trampled
in
the
dirt
;
the
tracks
of
horses
’
hoofs
deeply
dented
in
the
road
,
and
evidently
at
furious
speed
,
were
traced
to
the
bridge
,
beyond
which
,
on
the
bank
of
a
broad
part
of
the
brook
,
where
the
water
ran
deep
and
black
,
was
found
the
hat
of
the
unfortunate
Ichabod
,
and
close
beside
it
a
shattered
pumpkin
.
The
brook
was
searched
,
but
the
body
of
the
schoolmaster
was
not
to
be
discovered
.
Hans
Van
Ripper
as
executor
of
his
estate
,
examined
the
bundle
which
contained
all
his
worldly
effects
.
They
consisted
of
two
shirts
and
a
half
;
two
stocks
for
the
neck
;
a
pair
or
two
of
worsted
stockings
;
an
old
pair
of
corduroy
small
-
clothes
;
a
rusty
razor
;
a
book
of
psalm
tunes
full
of
dog
’
s
-
ears
;
and
a
broken
pitch
-
pipe
.
As
to
the
books
and
furniture
of
the
schoolhouse
,
they
belonged
to
the
community
,
excepting
Cotton
Mather
’
s
“
History
of
Witchcraft
,
”
a
“
New
England
Almanac
,
”
and
a
book
of
dreams
and
fortune
-
telling
;
in
which
last
was
a
sheet
of
foolscap
much
scribbled
and
blotted
in
several
fruitless
attempts
to
make
a
copy
of
verses
in
honor
of
the
heiress
of
Van
Tassel
.
These
magic
books
and
the
poetic
scrawl
were
forthwith
consigned
to
the
flames
by
Hans
Van
Ripper
;
who
,
from
that
time
forward
,
determined
to
send
his
children
no
more
to
school
,
observing
that
he
never
knew
any
good
come
of
this
same
reading
and
writing
.
Whatever
money
the
schoolmaster
possessed
,
and
he
had
received
his
quarter
’
s
pay
but
a
day
or
two
before
,
he
must
have
had
about
his
person
at
the
time
of
his
disappearance
.
The
mysterious
event
caused
much
speculation
at
the
church
on
the
following
Sunday
.
Knots
of
gazers
and
gossips
were
collected
in
the
churchyard
,
at
the
bridge
,
and
at
the
spot
where
the
hat
and
pumpkin
had
been
found
.
The
stories
of
Brouwer
,
of
Bones
,
and
a
whole
budget
of
others
were
called
to
mind
;
and
when
they
had
diligently
considered
them
all
,
and
compared
them
with
the
symptoms
of
the
present
case
,
they
shook
their
heads
,
and
came
to
the
conclusion
that
Ichabod
had
been
carried
off
by
the
Galloping
Hessian
.
As
he
was
a
bachelor
,
and
in
nobody
’
s
debt
,
nobody
troubled
his
head
any
more
about
him
;
the
school
was
removed
to
a
different
quarter
of
the
hollow
,
and
another
pedagogue
reigned
in
his
stead
.
It
is
true
,
an
old
farmer
,
who
had
been
down
to
New
York
on
a
visit
several
years
after
,
and
from
whom
this
account
of
the
ghostly
adventure
was
received
,
brought
home
the
intelligence
that
Ichabod
Crane
was
still
alive
;
that
he
had
left
the
neighborhood
partly
through
fear
of
the
goblin
and
Hans
Van
Ripper
,
and
partly
in
mortification
at
having
been
suddenly
dismissed
by
the
heiress
;
that
he
had
changed
his
quarters
to
a
distant
part
of
the
country
;
had
kept
school
and
studied
law
at
the
same
time
;
had
been
admitted
to
the
bar
;
turned
politician
;
electioneered
;
written
for
the
newspapers
;
and
finally
had
been
made
a
justice
of
the
Ten
Pound
Court
