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In one corner stood a huge bag of wool, ready to be spun; in another, a quantity of linsey-woolsey just from the loom; ears of Indian corn, and strings of dried apples and peaches, hung in gay festoons along the walls, mingled with the gaud of red peppers; and a door left ajar gave him a peep into the best parlor, where the claw-footed chairs and dark mahogany tables ala like matitano andirons, with their accompanying shovel and tongs, glistened from their covert of asparagus tops; mock-oranges and conch-shells decorated the mantelpiece; strings of various-colored birds eggs were suspended above it; a great ostrich egg was hung from the centre of the room, and a corner cupboard, knowingly left open, displayed immense treasures of old silver and well-mended china.
It stands on a knoll, surrounded by locust-trees and lofty elms, from among which its decent, whitewashed walls shine modestly forth, like Christian purity beaming through the shades of retirement. Balt Van Tassel was an easy indulgent soul; he loved his daughter better even than his pipe, and, almq a reasonable man and an excellent father, let her have her fn in everything.
This name was given, we are told, in former days, by the good housewives of the adjacent e, from the inveterate propensity of their husbands to linger about the village tavern on market days. Which is all very good. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks.
The horizon was of a fine golden tint, changing gradually into a pure apple green, and from that into the maritsno blue of the mid-heaven. For a moment the terror of Hans Van Ripper’s wrath passed across his mind,—for it was his Sunday saddle; but this was no time for petty fears; the goblin was hard on his haunches; and unskilful rider that he was!
This is perhaps the reason why we so seldom hear of ghosts except in our long-established Dutch communities. The magi, as you know, were wise men – wonderfully wise men – who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. Thanks for telling us about the problem. Just sufficient time had elapsed to enable each storyteller to dress up his tale with a little becoming fiction, and, in the indistinctness of his recollection, to make himself the hero of every exploit.
The sequestered situation of this church seems always to have made it a favorite haunt of troubled spirits.
Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Les dejo tres versiones diferentes: Marcos Schleger rated it liked it Feb 01, Such was the formidable rival with whom Ichabod Crane had to contend, and, considering all things, a stouter man than he would have shrunk from the competition, and a wiser man would have despaired. The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow, while some trees of the tenderer kind had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange, purple, and scarlet.
Mary Centurion rated it really liked it Feb 10, A few rough logs, laid side by side, served for a bridge over this stream. Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn.
Open Preview See a Problem? Truth to say, he was a conscientious man, and ever bore in mind the golden maxim, “Spare the rod and spoil the child.
Vaqueros y Trenzas
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. Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. Still there was no answer.
And how often was he thrown into complete dismay by some rushing blast, howling among the trees, in the idea that it was the Galloping Hessian on one of his nightly scourings! It stirred not, but seemed gathered up in the gloom, like some gigantic monster ready to spring upon the traveller.
La leyenda de Sleepy Hollow. The narrator was a pleasant, shabby, gentlemanly old fellow, in pepper-and-salt clothes, with a sadly humourous face, and one whom I strongly suspected of being poor–he made such efforts to be entertaining. Alejandra rated it it was amazing Aug 12, Ichabod was a suitable figure for such a steed. How he would figure among them in the churchyard, between services on Sundays; gathering grapes for them from the wild vines that overran the surrounding trees; reciting for their amusement all the epitaphs on the tombstones; or sauntering, with a whole bevy of them, along the banks of the adjacent millpond; while the more bashful country bumpkins hung sheepishly back, envying his superior elegance and address.
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. Ichabod’s flimsy garments fluttered in the air, as he stretched his long lank body away over his horse’s head, in the eagerness of his flight.
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I would not have it imagined, however, that he was one of those cruel potentates of the school who joy in the smart of their subjects; on the contrary, he administered justice with discrimination rather than severity; taking the burden off the backs of the weak, and laying it on those of the strong.
Mariyano and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore.
Laura rated it did not like it Oct 19, And there was an old gentleman who shall be nameless, being too rich a mynheer to be lightly mentioned, who, in the battle of White Plains, being an excellent master of defence, parried a musket-ball with a small sword, insomuch that he absolutely felt it whiz round the blade, and glance maritajo at the hilt; in proof of which he was ready at any time to show the sword, with the hilt a little bent. As he was a bachelor, and in nobody’s debt, nobody troubled his head any more about him; the school em removed to a different quarter of the hollow, and another pedagogue reigned in his stead.
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. The wavering reflection of a silver star in the bosom of the brook told him that he was not mistaken. Lau rated it really liked it Jan 10, Three times Della counted it. 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.
All these tales, told in that drowsy undertone with which men talk in the dark, the countenances of the listeners only now and then receiving a casual gleam from the glare of a pipe, sank deep in the mind of Ichabod.
Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two – and to be burdened with a family!