. Stories of the Hudson. and alderbushes. The schoolmaster now bestowed both whipand heel upon the starveling ribs of old Gun-powder, who dashed forward, snuffling and snorting,but came to a stand just by the bridge, with a sudden-ness that had nearly sent his rider sprawling over hishead. Just at this moment a plashy tramp by the sideof the bridge caught the sensitive ear of Ichabod. Inthe dark shadow of the grove, on the margin of thebrook, he beheld something huge, misshapen, black,and towering. It stirred not, but seemed gathered upin the gloom, like some gigantic monster ready to springup
. Stories of the Hudson. and alderbushes. The schoolmaster now bestowed both whipand heel upon the starveling ribs of old Gun-powder, who dashed forward, snuffling and snorting,but came to a stand just by the bridge, with a sudden-ness that had nearly sent his rider sprawling over hishead. Just at this moment a plashy tramp by the sideof the bridge caught the sensitive ear of Ichabod. Inthe dark shadow of the grove, on the margin of thebrook, he beheld something huge, misshapen, black,and towering. It stirred not, but seemed gathered upin the gloom, like some gigantic monster ready to springupon the traveller. The hair of the affrighted pedagogue rose upon hishead with terror. What was to be done. To turn andfly was now too late; and besides, what chance wasthere of escaping ghost or goblin, if such it was, whichcould ride upon the wings of the wind. Summoningup, therefore, a show of courage, he demanded in stam-mering accents—Who are you. He received noreply. He repeated his demand in a still more agitated. Storm King at the northern gatezvay to the Highlands The Legend of Sleepy Hollow 103 voice. Still there was no answer. Once more he cud-gelled the sides of the inflexible Gunpowder, and, shut-ting his eyes, broke forth with involuntary fervor intoa psalm tune. Just then the shadowy object of alarmput itself in motion, and, with a scramble and a bound,stood at once in the middle of the road. Though thenight was dark and dismal, yet the form of the unknownmight now in some degree be ascertained. He appearedto be a horseman of large dimensions, and mounted ona black horse of powerful frame. He made no offer ofmolestation or sociability, but kept aloof on one sideof the road, jogging along on the blind side of old Gun-powder, who had now got over his fright and way-wardness. Ichabod, who had no relish for this strange midnightcompanion, and bethought himself of the adventureof Brom Bones with the Galloping Hessian, now quick-ened his steed, in hopes of leaving him
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