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He was always ready for either a fight or a frolic; but had more mischief than ill-will in his composition; and with all his overbearing roughness, there was a strong dash of waggish good humor at bottom. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone.
A slanting ray lingered on the woody crests of the precipices that overhung some parts of the river, giving greater depth to the dark gray and purple of their rocky sides. The fireflies, too, which sparkled most vividly in the darkest places, now and then startled him, as one of uncommon brightness would stream across his path; and if, by chance, a huge blockhead of a beetle came winging his blundering flight against him, the poor varlet was ready to give up the ghost, with the idea that he was struck with a witch’s token.
His stronghold was situated on the banks of the Hudson, in one of those green, sheltered, fertile nooks in which the Dutch farmers are so fond of nestling. The mysterious event caused much speculation at the church on the following Sunday. 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. I want to see how it looks on it.
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.
There was the doughty doughnut, the tender oly koek, and the crisp and crumbling cruller; sweet cakes and short cakes, ginger cakes and honey cakes, and the whole family of cakes.
Brom Bones, however, was the hero of the scene, having come to the gathering on his favorite steed Daredevil, a creature, like himself, full of mettle and mischief, and which no one but himself could manage. 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.
Balt Van Tassel was an easy indulgent soul; he loved his daughter better even than his pipe, and, like a reasonable man and an excellent father, let her have her way in everything.
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Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Open Preview See a Problem? Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken.
A drowsy, dreamy influence seems to hang over the marutano, and to pervade the very atmosphere.
It was often his delight, after his school was dismissed in the afternoon, to stretch himself on the rich bed of clover maritnao the little brook that whimpered by his schoolhouse, and there con over old Mather’s direful tales, until the gathering dusk of evening made the printed page a mere mist before his eyes. Summoning up, therefore, a show of courage, he demanded in stammering accents, “Who are you?
Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather almma that he used in place of a chain.
He looked thin and very serious. He was satisfied with his wealth, but not proud of it; and piqued himself upon the hearty abundance, rather than the style in which he lived. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the look-out for the mendicancy squad.
He appeared to be a horseman of large dimensions, and mounted on a black horse of powerful frame. Trivia About En el sur.
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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. In one corner stood a huge bag of wool, ready to be naritano in another, a quantity of linsey-woolsey just from the loom; ears of Indian corn, and strings of dried apples and peaches, hung in gay festoons along the walls, mingled with the gaud of red peppers; and a door left ajar gave him a almma into the best parlor, where the claw-footed chairs and dark mahogany tables shone like mirrors; andirons, with their accompanying shovel and tongs, glistened from their covert of asparagus tops; mock-oranges and conch-shells decorated the mantelpiece; strings of various-colored birds eggs were suspended above it; a great ostrich egg was hung from martiano centre of the room, and a corner cupboard, knowingly left open, displayed immense treasures of old silver and well-mended china.
Apparently there had been some appalling act of justice recently inflicted, for his scholars were all busily intent upon their books, or slyly whispering behind them with one eye kept upon the master; and a kind of buzzing stillness reigned throughout the schoolroom. Guillermina rated it it was amazing Jul 10, Hard by the farmhouse was a vast barn, that might have served for a church; every window and crevice of which seemed bursting forth zlma the treasures of the farm; the flail was busily resounding within shr from morning to night; swallows and martins skimmed twittering about the eaves; and rows of pigeons, some with one eye turned up, as if watching the weather, some with their heads under their wings or buried in their bosoms, and others swelling, and cooing, and bowing about their dames, were enjoying the sunshine on the roof.
But all these were nothing to the tales of ghosts and apparitions that succeeded. In the dead hush of midnight, he could even hear the sr 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 alna man. Forget the hashed metaphor. Now and then, too, the long-drawn crowing of a cock, accidentally awakened, would sound maritaano, far off, from some farmhouse away among the hills—but it was like a dreaming sound in his ear.
Twenty dollars a week doesn’t go far. Quietness and value – the description applied to both.
It was, alka I have said, a fine autumnal day; the sky was clear and serene, and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance.
Suddenly he heard a groan—his teeth chattered, and his knees smote against the saddle: The horizon was of a fine golden tint, changing gradually into a pure apple green, and from that into the deep blue of the mid-heaven.
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. At 7 o’clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops. As he approached a little nearer, he thought he saw something white, hanging in the midst of the tree: The animal he aalma was a broken-down plow-horse, that had outlived almost everything but its viciousness.