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Brom
Bones
,
too
,
who
,
shortly
after
his
rival
’
s
disappearance
conducted
the
blooming
Katrina
in
triumph
to
the
altar
,
was
observed
to
look
exceedingly
knowing
whenever
the
story
of
Ichabod
was
related
,
and
always
burst
into
a
hearty
laugh
at
the
mention
of
the
pumpkin
;
which
led
some
to
suspect
that
he
knew
more
about
the
matter
than
he
chose
to
tell
.
The
old
country
wives
,
however
,
who
are
the
best
judges
of
these
matters
,
maintain
to
this
day
that
Ichabod
was
spirited
away
by
supernatural
means
;
and
it
is
a
favorite
story
often
told
about
the
neighborhood
round
the
winter
evening
fire
.
The
bridge
became
more
than
ever
an
object
of
superstitious
awe
;
and
that
may
be
the
reason
why
the
road
has
been
altered
of
late
years
,
so
as
to
approach
the
church
by
the
border
of
the
millpond
.
The
schoolhouse
being
deserted
soon
fell
to
decay
,
and
was
reported
to
be
haunted
by
the
ghost
of
the
unfortunate
pedagogue
and
the
plowboy
,
loitering
homeward
of
a
still
summer
evening
,
has
often
fancied
his
voice
at
a
distance
,
chanting
a
melancholy
psalm
tune
among
the
tranquil
solitudes
of
Sleepy
Hollow
.
The
preceding
tale
is
given
almost
in
the
precise
words
in
which
I
heard
it
related
at
a
Corporation
meeting
at
the
ancient
city
of
Manhattoes
,
at
which
were
present
many
of
its
sagest
and
most
illustrious
burghers
.
The
narrator
was
a
pleasant
,
shabby
,
gentlemanly
old
fellow
,
in
pepper
-
and
-
salt
clothes
,
with
a
sadly
humourous
face
,
and
one
whom
I
strongly
suspected
of
being
poor
-
-
he
made
such
efforts
to
be
entertaining
.
When
his
story
was
concluded
,
there
was
much
laughter
and
approbation
,
particularly
from
two
or
three
deputy
aldermen
,
who
had
been
asleep
the
greater
part
of
the
time
.
There
was
,
however
,
one
tall
,
dry
-
looking
old
gentleman
,
with
beetling
eyebrows
,
who
maintained
a
grave
and
rather
severe
face
throughout
,
now
and
then
folding
his
arms
,
inclining
his
head
,
and
looking
down
upon
the
floor
,
as
if
turning
a
doubt
over
in
his
mind
.
He
was
one
of
your
wary
men
,
who
never
laugh
but
upon
good
grounds
-
-
when
they
have
reason
and
law
on
their
side
When
the
mirth
of
the
rest
of
the
company
had
subsided
,
and
silence
was
restored
,
he
leaned
one
arm
on
the
elbow
of
his
chair
,
and
sticking
the
other
akimbo
,
demanded
,
with
a
slight
,
but
exceedingly
sage
motion
of
the
head
,
and
contraction
of
the
brow
,
what
was
the
moral
of
the
story
,
and
what
it
went
to
prove
?
The
story
-
teller
,
who
was
just
putting
a
glass
of
wine
to
his
lips
,
as
a
refreshment
after
his
toils
,
paused
for
a
moment
,
looked
at
his
inquirer
with
an
air
of
infinite
deference
,
and
,
lowering
the
glass
slowly
to
the
table
,
observed
that
the
story
was
intended
most
logically
to
prove
-
-
“
That
there
is
no
situation
in
life
but
has
its
advantages
and
pleasures
-
-
provided
we
will
but
take
a
joke
as
we
find
it
:
“
That
,
therefore
,
he
that
runs
races
with
goblin
troopers
is
likely
to
have
rough
riding
of
it
.
“
Ergo
,
for
a
country
schoolmaster
to
be
refused
the
hand
of
a
Dutch
heiress
is
a
certain
step
to
high
preferment
in
the
state
.
”
The
cautious
old
gentleman
knit
his
brows
tenfold
closer
after
this
explanation
,
being
sorely
puzzled
by
the
ratiocination
of
the
syllogism
,
while
,
methought
,
the
one
in
pepper
-
and
-
salt
eyed
him
with
something
of
a
triumphant
leer
.
At
length
he
observed
that
all
this
was
very
well
,
but
still
he
thought
the
story
a
little
on
the
extravagant
-
-
there
were
one
or
two
points
on
which
he
had
his
doubts
.
“
Faith
,
sir
,
”
replied
the
story
-
teller
,
“
as
to
that
matter
,
I
don
’
t
believe
one
-
half
of
it
myself
.
”
D
.
K
.
