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The Legend of Sleepy Hollow

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 tete-a-tete 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?

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