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But
all
these
were
nothing
to
the
tales
of
ghosts
and
apparitions
that
succeeded
.
The
neighborhood
is
rich
in
legendary
treasures
of
the
kind
.
Local
tales
and
superstitions
thrive
best
in
these
sheltered
,
long
-
settled
retreats
;
but
are
trampled
under
foot
by
the
shifting
throng
that
forms
the
population
of
most
of
our
country
places
.
Besides
,
there
is
no
encouragement
for
ghosts
in
most
of
our
villages
,
for
they
have
scarcely
had
time
to
finish
their
first
nap
and
turn
themselves
in
their
graves
,
before
their
surviving
friends
have
travelled
away
from
the
neighborhood
;
so
that
when
they
turn
out
at
night
to
walk
their
rounds
,
they
have
no
acquaintance
left
to
call
upon
.
This
is
perhaps
the
reason
why
we
so
seldom
hear
of
ghosts
except
in
our
long
-
established
Dutch
communities
.
The
immediate
cause
,
however
,
of
the
prevalence
of
supernatural
stories
in
these
parts
,
was
doubtless
owing
to
the
vicinity
of
Sleepy
Hollow
.
There
was
a
contagion
in
the
very
air
that
blew
from
that
haunted
region
;
it
breathed
forth
an
atmosphere
of
dreams
and
fancies
infecting
all
the
land
.
Several
of
the
Sleepy
Hollow
people
were
present
at
Van
Tassel
’
s
,
and
,
as
usual
,
were
doling
out
their
wild
and
wonderful
legends
.
Many
dismal
tales
were
told
about
funeral
trains
,
and
mourning
cries
and
wailings
heard
and
seen
about
the
great
tree
where
the
unfortunate
Major
André
was
taken
,
and
which
stood
in
the
neighborhood
.
Some
mention
was
made
also
of
the
woman
in
white
,
that
haunted
the
dark
glen
at
Raven
Rock
,
and
was
often
heard
to
shriek
on
winter
nights
before
a
storm
,
having
perished
there
in
the
snow
.
The
chief
part
of
the
stories
,
however
,
turned
upon
the
favorite
spectre
of
Sleepy
Hollow
,
the
Headless
Horseman
,
who
had
been
heard
several
times
of
late
,
patrolling
the
country
;
and
,
it
was
said
,
tethered
his
horse
nightly
among
the
graves
in
the
churchyard
.
The
sequestered
situation
of
this
church
seems
always
to
have
made
it
a
favorite
haunt
of
troubled
spirits
.
It
stands
on
a
knoll
,
surrounded
by
locust
-
trees
and
lofty
elms
,
from
among
which
its
decent
,
whitewashed
walls
shine
modestly
forth
,
like
Christian
purity
beaming
through
the
shades
of
retirement
.
A
gentle
slope
descends
from
it
to
a
silver
sheet
of
water
,
bordered
by
high
trees
,
between
which
,
peeps
may
be
caught
at
the
blue
hills
of
the
Hudson
.
To
look
upon
its
grass
-
grown
yard
,
where
the
sunbeams
seem
to
sleep
so
quietly
,
one
would
think
that
there
at
least
the
dead
might
rest
in
peace
.
On
one
side
of
the
church
extends
a
wide
woody
dell
,
along
which
raves
a
large
brook
among
broken
rocks
and
trunks
of
fallen
trees
.
Over
a
deep
black
part
of
the
stream
,
not
far
from
the
church
,
was
formerly
thrown
a
wooden
bridge
;
the
road
that
led
to
it
,
and
the
bridge
itself
,
were
thickly
shaded
by
overhanging
trees
,
which
cast
a
gloom
about
it
,
even
in
the
daytime
;
but
occasioned
a
fearful
darkness
at
night
.
Such
was
one
of
the
favorite
haunts
of
the
Headless
Horseman
,
and
the
place
where
he
was
most
frequently
encountered
.
The
tale
was
told
of
old
Brouwer
,
a
most
heretical
disbeliever
in
ghosts
,
how
he
met
the
Horseman
returning
from
his
foray
into
Sleepy
Hollow
,
and
was
obliged
to
get
up
behind
him
;
how
they
galloped
over
bush
and
brake
,
over
hill
and
swamp
,
until
they
reached
the
bridge
;
when
the
Horseman
suddenly
turned
into
a
skeleton
,
threw
old
Brouwer
into
the
brook
,
and
sprang
away
over
the
tree
-
tops
with
a
clap
of
thunder
.
This
story
was
immediately
matched
by
a
thrice
marvellous
adventure
of
Brom
Bones
,
who
made
light
of
the
Galloping
Hessian
as
an
arrant
jockey
.
He
affirmed
that
on
returning
one
night
from
the
neighboring
village
of
Sing
Sing
,
he
had
been
overtaken
by
this
midnight
trooper
;
that
he
had
offered
to
race
with
him
for
a
bowl
of
punch
,
and
should
have
won
it
too
,
for
Daredevil
beat
the
goblin
horse
all
hollow
,
but
just
as
they
came
to
the
church
bridge
,
the
Hessian
bolted
,
and
vanished
in
a
flash
of
fire
.
All
these
tales
,
told
in
that
drowsy
undertone
with
which
men
talk
in
the
dark
,
the
countenances
of
the
listeners
only
now
and
then
receiving
a
casual
gleam
from
the
glare
of
a
pipe
,
sank
deep
in
the
mind
of
Ichabod
.
He
repaid
them
in
kind
with
large
extracts
from
his
invaluable
author
,
Cotton
Mather
,
and
added
many
marvellous
events
that
had
taken
place
in
his
native
State
of
Connecticut
,
and
fearful
sights
which
he
had
seen
in
his
nightly
walks
about
Sleepy
Hollow
.
The
revel
now
gradually
broke
up
.
The
old
farmers
gathered
together
their
families
in
their
wagons
,
and
were
heard
for
some
time
rattling
along
the
hollow
roads
,
and
over
the
distant
hills
.
Some
of
the
damsels
mounted
on
pillions
behind
their
favorite
swains
,
and
their
light
-
hearted
laughter
,
mingling
with
the
clatter
of
hoofs
,
echoed
along
the
silent
woodlands
,
sounding
fainter
and
fainter
,
until
they
gradually
died
away
,
—
and
the
late
scene
of
noise
and
frolic
was
all
silent
and
deserted
.
Ichabod
only
lingered
behind
,
according
to
the
custom
of
country
lovers
,
to
have
a
tête
-
à
-
tête
with
the
heiress
;
fully
convinced
that
he
was
now
on
the
high
road
to
success
.
What
passed
at
this
interview
I
will
not
pretend
to
say
,
for
in
fact
I
do
not
know
.
Something
,
however
,
I
fear
me
,
must
have
gone
wrong
,
for
he
certainly
sallied
forth
,
after
no
very
great
interval
,
with
an
air
quite
desolate
and
chapfallen
.
Oh
,
these
women
!
these
women
!
Could
that
girl
have
been
playing
off
any
of
her
coquettish
tricks
?
Was
her
encouragement
of
the
poor
pedagogue
all
a
mere
sham
to
secure
her
conquest
of
his
rival
?
Heaven
only
knows
,
not
I
!
Let
it
suffice
to
say
,
Ichabod
stole
forth
with
the
air
of
one
who
had
been
sacking
a
henroost
,
rather
than
a
fair
lady
’
s
heart
.
Without
looking
to
the
right
or
left
to
notice
the
scene
of
rural
wealth
,
on
which
he
had
so
often
gloated
,
he
went
straight
to
the
stable
,
and
with
several
hearty
cuffs
and
kicks
roused
his
steed
most
uncourteously
from
the
comfortable
quarters
in
which
he
was
soundly
sleeping
,
dreaming
of
mountains
of
corn
and
oats
,
and
whole
valleys
of
timothy
and
clover
.
It
was
the
very
witching
time
of
night
that
Ichabod
,
heavy
-
hearted
and
crestfallen
,
pursued
his
travels
homewards
,
along
the
sides
of
the
lofty
hills
which
rise
above
Tarry
Town
,
and
which
he
had
traversed
so
cheerily
in
the
afternoon
.
The
hour
was
as
dismal
as
himself
.
Far
below
him
the
Tappan
Zee
spread
its
dusky
and
indistinct
waste
of
waters
,
with
here
and
there
the
tall
mast
of
a
sloop
,
riding
quietly
at
anchor
under
the
land
.
In
the
dead
hush
of
midnight
,
he
could
even
hear
the
barking
of
the
watchdog
from
the
opposite
shore
of
the
Hudson
;
but
it
was
so
vague
and
faint
as
only
to
give
an
idea
of
his
distance
from
this
faithful
companion
of
man
.
Now
and
then
,
too
,
the
long
-
drawn
crowing
of
a
cock
,
accidentally
awakened
,
would
sound
far
,
far
off
,
from
some
farmhouse
away
among
the
hills
—
but
it
was
like
a
dreaming
sound
in
his
ear
.
