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The Legend of Sleepy Hollow

devouring mind’s eye, he pictured to himself every
roasting-pig running about with a pudding in his belly,
and an apple in his mouth; the pigeons were snugly put to
bed in a comfortable pie, and tucked in with a coverlet of

crust; the geese were swimming in their own gravy; and
the ducks pairing cosily in dishes, like snug married
couples, with a decent competency of onion sauce. In the
porkers he saw carved out the future sleek side of bacon,
and juicy relishing ham; not a turkey but he beheld
daintily trussed up, with its gizzard under its wing, and,
peradventure, a necklace of savory sausages; and even
bright chanticleer himself lay sprawling on his back, in a
side dish, with uplifted claws, as if craving that quarter
which his chivalrous spirit disdained to ask while living.
As the enraptured Ichabod fancied all this, and as he
rolled his great green eyes over the fat meadow lands, the
rich fields of wheat, of rye, of buckwheat, and Indian
corn, and the orchards burdened with ruddy fruit, which
surrounded the warm tenement of Van Tassel, his heart
yearned after the damsel who was to inherit these
domains, and his imagination expanded with the idea,
how they might be readily turned into cash, and the
money invested in immense tracts of wild land, and
shingle palaces in the wilderness. Nay, his busy fancy

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