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It was, as 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.
In the fullness of their revelry, they fluttered, chirping and frolicking from bush to bush, and tree to tree, capricious from the very profusion and variety around them. Refresh and try again. At 7 o’clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove maritqno and ready to cook the chops.
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En el sur by Alma Maritano
Not those of the bevy of buxom lasses, with their luxurious display of red and white; but the ample charms of a genuine Dutch country tea-table, in the sumptuous time of autumn.
Suddenly he heard a groan—his teeth chattered, and his knees smote against the saddle: With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she cluttered out of the door and down the stairs to the street. A small wool hat rested on the top of his nose, for so his scanty strip of forehead might be called, and the skirts of his black coat fluttered out almost to the horses tail.
They had now reached the road which turns off to Sleepy Hollow; but Gunpowder, who seemed possessed with a demon, instead of keeping up it, made an opposite turn, and plunged headlong downhill to the left.
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This rantipole hero had for some time singled out the blooming Katrina for the object of his uncouth gallantries, and though his amorous toyings were something like the gentle caresses and endearments of a bear, yet it was whispered that she did not altogether discourage his hopes.
Was her encouragement of the poor pedagogue all a mere sham to secure her conquest of his rival? His terror rose to desperation; he rained a shower of kicks and blows upon Gunpowder, hoping by a sudden movement to give his companion the slip; but the spectre started full jump with him. The next morning the old horse was found without his saddle, and with the bridle under his feet, soberly cropping the grass at his master’s gate.
He recollected the place where Brom Bones’s ghostly competitor had disappeared. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one’s cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied.
Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. The lady of his heart was his partner in the dance, and smiling graciously in reply to all his amorous oglings; while Brom Bones, sorely smitten with love and jealousy, sat brooding by himself in one corner.
She had a habit of saying little silent prayers about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: I’m me without my hair, ain’t I? 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.
Della, being slender, had mastered the art.
A very thin and very agile person may, suf observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks.
Julieta rated it it was amazing Nov 21, The old country wives, however, who are the best mxritano of these matters, maintain to this day that Ichabod was spirited away by supernatural means; and it is a favorite story often told about the neighborhood round the winter evening fire.
Nameless here for evermore.
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That he might make his appearance before his mistress in the true style of a cavalier, he borrowed a horse from the farmer with whom he was domiciliated, a choleric old Dutchman of the name of Hans Van Ripper, and, thus gallantly mounted, issued forth like a knight-errant in quest of adventures.
Just a moment while we sign you in to your Goodreads account. This road leads through a sandy hollow shaded by trees for about a quarter of a mile, where it crosses the bridge famous in goblin story; and just beyond swells the green knoll on which stands the whitewashed church. To me they have always been matters of riddle and admiration.
The immediate cause, however, of the prevalence of supernatural stories in these parts, was doubtless owing to the vicinity of Sleepy Hollow. The sequestered situation of this church seems always to have made it a favorite haunt of troubled spirits. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet. 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.
Happily, Ichabod Crane was not in so great a hurry as his historian, but did ample justice to every dainty. Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. Brom, who had a degree of rough chivalry in his nature, would fain have carried matters to open warfare and have settled their pretensions to the lady, according to the mode of those most concise and simple reasoners, the knights-errant of yore,—by single combat; but Ichabod was too conscious of the superior might of his adversary to enter the lists against him; he had overheard a boast of Bones, that he would “double the schoolmaster up, and lay him on a shelf of his own schoolhouse;” and he was too wary to give him an opportunity.
Something, however, I enn me, must have gone wrong, for he certainly sallied forth, after no very great interval, with an air quite desolate and chapfallen. No trivia or quizzes yet. While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping.
Fain would I pause to dwell upon the world of charms that burst upon the enraptured gaze of my hero, as he entered the state parlor of Van Tassel’s mansion. In the dark shadow of the grove, on the margin of the brook, he beheld something huge, misshapen and towering. He assisted the mariano occasionally in the lighter labors of their farms, helped to make hay, mended the fences, took the horses to water, drove the cows from pasture, and cut wood for the winter fire.
He was, moreover, esteemed by the women as a man of great erudition, for he had read several books quite through, and was a perfect master of Cotton Mather’s “History of New England Witchcraft,” in which, by the way, he most firmly and potently believed. Twenty dollars a week doesn’t go far.
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. A small brook glides through it, with just murmur enough to lull one to repose; and the occasional whistle of a quail or tapping of a woodpecker is almost the only sound that ever breaks in upon the uniform tranquillity. Where she stopped the sign read: Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag.
Daniela Perez rated it liked it Jul 22, Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn. To turn and fly was now too late; and besides, what chance was there of escaping ghost or goblin, if such it was, which could ride upon the wings of the wind? He who wins a thousand common hearts is therefore entitled to some renown; but he maritanno keeps undisputed sway over the heart of a coquette is indeed a hero.
What was to be done?