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The
whole
neighborhood
abounds
with
local
tales
,
haunted
spots
,
and
twilight
superstitions
;
stars
shoot
and
meteors
glare
oftener
across
the
valley
than
in
any
other
part
of
the
country
,
and
the
nightmare
,
with
her
whole
ninefold
,
seems
to
make
it
the
favorite
scene
of
her
gambols
.
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
.
It
is
said
by
some
to
be
the
ghost
of
a
Hessian
trooper
,
whose
head
had
been
carried
away
by
a
cannon
-
ball
,
in
some
nameless
battle
during
the
Revolutionary
War
,
and
who
is
ever
and
anon
seen
by
the
country
folk
hurrying
along
in
the
gloom
of
night
,
as
if
on
the
wings
of
the
wind
.
His
haunts
are
not
confined
to
the
valley
,
but
extend
at
times
to
the
adjacent
roads
,
and
especially
to
the
vicinity
of
a
church
at
no
great
distance
.
Indeed
,
certain
of
the
most
authentic
historians
of
those
parts
,
who
have
been
careful
in
collecting
and
collating
the
floating
facts
concerning
this
spectre
,
allege
that
the
body
of
the
trooper
having
been
buried
in
the
churchyard
,
the
ghost
rides
forth
to
the
scene
of
battle
in
nightly
quest
of
his
head
,
and
that
the
rushing
speed
with
which
he
sometimes
passes
along
the
Hollow
,
like
a
midnight
blast
,
is
owing
to
his
being
belated
,
and
in
a
hurry
to
get
back
to
the
churchyard
before
daybreak
.
Such
is
the
general
purport
of
this
legendary
superstition
,
which
has
furnished
materials
for
many
a
wild
story
in
that
region
of
shadows
;
and
the
spectre
is
known
at
all
the
country
firesides
,
by
the
name
of
the
Headless
Horseman
of
Sleepy
Hollow
.
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
.
However
wide
awake
they
may
have
been
before
they
entered
that
sleepy
region
,
they
are
sure
,
in
a
little
time
,
to
inhale
the
witching
influence
of
the
air
,
and
begin
to
grow
imaginative
,
to
dream
dreams
,
and
see
apparitions
.
I
mention
this
peaceful
spot
with
all
possible
laud
,
for
it
is
in
such
little
retired
Dutch
valleys
,
found
here
and
there
embosomed
in
the
great
State
of
New
York
,
that
population
,
manners
,
and
customs
remain
fixed
,
while
the
great
torrent
of
migration
and
improvement
,
which
is
making
such
incessant
changes
in
other
parts
of
this
restless
country
,
sweeps
by
them
unobserved
.
They
are
like
those
little
nooks
of
still
water
,
which
border
a
rapid
stream
,
where
we
may
see
the
straw
and
bubble
riding
quietly
at
anchor
,
or
slowly
revolving
in
their
mimic
harbor
,
undisturbed
by
the
rush
of
the
passing
current
.
Though
many
years
have
elapsed
since
I
trod
the
drowsy
shades
of
Sleepy
Hollow
,
yet
I
question
whether
I
should
not
still
find
the
same
trees
and
the
same
families
vegetating
in
its
sheltered
bosom
.
In
this
by
-
place
of
nature
there
abode
,
in
a
remote
period
of
American
history
,
that
is
to
say
,
some
thirty
years
since
,
a
worthy
wight
of
the
name
of
Ichabod
Crane
,
who
sojourned
,
or
,
as
he
expressed
it
,
“
tarried
,
”
in
Sleepy
Hollow
,
for
the
purpose
of
instructing
the
children
of
the
vicinity
.
He
was
a
native
of
Connecticut
,
a
State
which
supplies
the
Union
with
pioneers
for
the
mind
as
well
as
for
the
forest
,
and
sends
forth
yearly
its
legions
of
frontier
woodmen
and
country
schoolmasters
.
The
cognomen
of
Crane
was
not
inapplicable
to
his
person
.
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
.
His
head
was
small
,
and
flat
at
top
,
with
huge
ears
,
large
green
glassy
eyes
,
and
a
long
snipe
nose
,
so
that
it
looked
like
a
weather
-
cock
perched
upon
his
spindle
neck
to
tell
which
way
the
wind
blew
.
To
see
him
striding
along
the
profile
of
a
hill
on
a
windy
day
,
with
his
clothes
bagging
and
fluttering
about
him
,
one
might
have
mistaken
him
for
the
genius
of
famine
descending
upon
the
earth
,
or
some
scarecrow
eloped
from
a
cornfield
.
His
schoolhouse
was
a
low
building
of
one
large
room
,
rudely
constructed
of
logs
;
the
windows
partly
glazed
,
and
partly
patched
with
leaves
of
old
copybooks
.
It
was
most
ingeniously
secured
at
vacant
hours
,
by
a
withe
twisted
in
the
handle
of
the
door
,
and
stakes
set
against
the
window
shutters
;
so
that
though
a
thief
might
get
in
with
perfect
ease
,
he
would
find
some
embarrassment
in
getting
out
,
—
an
idea
most
probably
borrowed
by
the
architect
,
Yost
Van
Houten
,
from
the
mystery
of
an
eelpot
.
The
schoolhouse
stood
in
a
rather
lonely
but
pleasant
situation
,
just
at
the
foot
of
a
woody
hill
,
with
a
brook
running
close
by
,
and
a
formidable
birch
-
tree
growing
at
one
end
of
it
.
From
hence
the
low
murmur
of
his
pupils
’
voices
,
conning
over
their
lessons
,
might
be
heard
in
a
drowsy
summer
’
s
day
,
like
the
hum
of
a
beehive
;
interrupted
now
and
then
by
the
authoritative
voice
of
the
master
,
in
the
tone
of
menace
or
command
,
or
,
peradventure
,
by
the
appalling
sound
of
the
birch
,
as
he
urged
some
tardy
loiterer
along
the
flowery
path
of
knowledge
.
Truth
to
say
,
he
was
a
conscientious
man
,
and
ever
bore
in
mind
the
golden
maxim
,
“
Spare
the
rod
and
spoil
the
child
.
”
Ichabod
Crane
’
s
scholars
certainly
were
not
spoiled
.
I
would
not
have
it
imagined
,
however
,
that
he
was
one
of
those
cruel
potentates
of
the
school
who
joy
in
the
smart
of
their
subjects
;
on
the
contrary
,
he
administered
justice
with
discrimination
rather
than
severity
;
taking
the
burden
off
the
backs
of
the
weak
,
and
laying
it
on
those
of
the
strong
.
Your
mere
puny
stripling
,
that
winced
at
the
least
flourish
of
the
rod
,
was
passed
by
with
indulgence
;
but
the
claims
of
justice
were
satisfied
by
inflicting
a
double
portion
on
some
little
tough
wrong
-
headed
,
broad
-
skirted
Dutch
urchin
,
who
sulked
and
swelled
and
grew
dogged
and
sullen
beneath
the
birch
.
All
this
he
called
“
doing
his
duty
by
their
parents
;
”
and
he
never
inflicted
a
chastisement
without
following
it
by
the
assurance
,
so
consolatory
to
the
smarting
urchin
,
that
“
he
would
remember
it
and
thank
him
for
it
the
longest
day
he
had
to
live
.
”
