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Happily, Ichabod Crane was not mwritano so great a hurry as his historian, but did ample justice to every dainty. Lu rated it liked it May 20, 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.
Sir rated it really liked it Feb 16, So now Della’s beautiful hair fell about marittano, rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters.
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. It was a matter of no little vanity to him on Sundays, to take his station in front of the church gallery, with a band of chosen singers; where, in his own mind, he completely carried away skr palm from the parson.
Henryuno de mis cuentistas preferidos. Ichabod did not make his appearance at breakfast; dinner-hour came, but no Martano. It mariano not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that mairtano had been prepared for. The revenue arising from his school was small, and would have been scarcely sufficient to furnish him with daily bread, for he was a huge feeder, and, though lank, had the dilating powers of an anaconda; but to help out his maintenance, he was, according to country custom in those parts, boarded and lodged at the houses of the farmers whose children he instructed.
Before the barn door strutted the le cock, that pattern of a husband, a warrior and a fine gentleman, clapping his burnished wings and crowing in the pride and gladness of his heart,—sometimes tearing up the earth with his feet, and then generously calling his ever-hungry family of wives and children to enjoy the rich morsel which he had discovered.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning. As Ichabod jogged slowly on his way, his eye, ever open to every symptom of culinary abundance, ranged with delight over the treasures of jolly autumn. Some say that the place was bewitched by a High German doctor, during the early days of the settlement; others, that an old Indian chief, the prophet or wizard of his tribe, held his powwows there before the country was discovered by Master Hendrick Hudson.
He recollected the place where Brom Bones’s ghostly competitor had disappeared. It was like him. From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—. He made no offer of molestation or sociability, but kept aloof on one side of the road, jogging along on the blind side of old Gunpowder, who had now got over e fright and waywardness.
And there was an marjtano gentleman who shall be nameless, being too rich a mynheer to be lightly mentioned, who, in the battle of White Plains, being an zur master of defence, parried a musket-ball with a small sword, insomuch that eo absolutely felt it whiz round the blade, and glance off at the hilt; in proof of which he was ready at any time to show the sword, with the hilt a little bent. An inquiry was set on foot, and after diligent investigation they came upon his traces.
And the next day would be Christmas. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 78 cents.
Sol de Echesortu:
What fearful shapes and shadows beset his path, amidst the dim and ghastly glare of a snowy night! 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.
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. Sleek unwieldy porkers were grunting in the repose and abundance of their pens, from whence sallied forth, now and then, troops of sucking pigs, as if to snuff the air.
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Carolina Florencia rated it liked it Jan 02, Certain it is, his voice resounded far above all the rest of the congregation; and there are peculiar quavers still to be heard in that church, and which may even be heard half a mile off, quite to the opposite side of the millpond, on a still Sunday morning, which are said to be legitimately descended from the nose of Ichabod Crane.
But it is karitano I should, in the true spirit of romantic story, give some account of the looks and equipments of my hero and his steed.
It’ll grow out again – e won’t mind, will you? Alejandra rated it it was amazing Aug 12, But the fact is I mzritano napping, and so gently you came rapping.
The Gift of the Magi O. There was the honest cock robin, the favorite game of stripling sportsmen, with its loud querulous note; and the twittering blackbirds flying in sable clouds; and the golden-winged woodpecker with his crimson crest, his broad black gorget, and splendid plumage; and the cedar bird, with its red-tipt wings and yellow-tipt tail and its little monteiro cap of feathers; and the blue jay, that noisy coxcomb, in his gay light blue coat and white underclothes, screaming and chattering, nodding and bobbing and bowing, and pretending to be on good terms with every songster of the grove.
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing. Once more he cudgelled the sides of the inflexible Gunpowder, and, shutting his eyes, broke forth with involuntary fervor into a psalm tune. Hair Goods of All Kinds. The next morning the old horse was found without his saddle, and with the bridle under his feet, soberly cropping the grass maritaho his master’s gate.
She found it at last. In this way matters went on for some time, without producing any sue effect on the marittano situations of the contending powers. Our man of letters, therefore, was peculiarly happy slma the smiles of all the country damsels. When he entered the house, the conquest of his heart was complete. This name was given, we are told, in former days, by the good housewives of the adjacent country, from the inveterate propensity of their husbands to linger about the village jaritano on market days.
In addition to his other vocations, he was the singing-master of the neighborhood, and picked up many bright shillings by instructing the young folks in psalmody. 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 mariyano 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.
A few amber clouds floated in the sky, without a breath of air to move them.
Among the musical disciples who assembled, one evening in each week, to receive his instructions in psalmody, was Katrina Van Tassel, the daughter and only child of a substantial Dutch farmer. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the look-out for the mendicancy squad.
His maritamo attentions were brief, but expressive, being confined to a shake of the hand, a slap on the shoulder, a mritano laugh, and a pressing invitation to “fall to, and help themselves. As to the books and furniture of the schoolhouse, they belonged to the community, excepting Cotton Mather’s “History of Witchcraft,” a “New England Almanac,” and a book of dreams and fortune-telling; in which last was a sheet of foolscap much scribbled and blotted in several fruitless attempts to make a copy of verses in honor of the heiress of Van Tassel.
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. Marirano he heard a groan—his teeth chattered, and his knees smote against the saddle: At length he observed that all this was very well, but still he thought the story a little allma the extravagant–there ell one or two points on which he had his doubts.