gentle slope descends from it to a silver sheet of water,
bordered by high trees, between which, peeps may be caught at the
blue hills of the Hudson. To look upon its grass-grown yard,
where the sunbeams seem to sleep so quietly, one would think that
there at least the dead might rest in peace. On one side of the
church extends a wide woody dell, along which raves a large brook
among broken rocks and trunks of fallen trees. Over a deep black
part of the
stream, not far from the church, was
formerly thrown
a
woodenbridge; the road that led to it, and the
bridge itself,
were
thickly shaded by over
hanging trees, which cast a gloom
about it, even in the
daytime; but occasioned a
fearful darkness
at night. Such was one of the favorite haunts of the Headless
Horseman, and the place where he was most frequently encountered.
The tale was told of old Brouwer, a most heretical disbeliever in
ghosts, how he met the Horseman returning from his foray into
Sleepy Hollow, and was obliged to get up behind him; how they
galloped over bush and brake, over hill and swamp, until they
reached the
bridge; when the Horseman suddenly turned into a
skeleton, threw old Brouwer into the brook, and
sprang away over
the tree-tops with a clap of thunder.
This story was immediately matched by a
thrice marvellous
adventure of Brom Bones, who made light of the Galloping Hessian
as an
arrant jockey. He affirmed that on returning one night from
the
neighboring village of Sing Sing, he had been overtaken by
this
midnighttrooper; that he had offered to race with him for a
bowl of punch, and should have won it too, for Daredevil beat the
goblin horse all hollow, but just as they came to the church
bridge, the Hessian bolted, and vanished in a flash of fire.
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. 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?
Was her
encouragement of the poor pedagogue all a mere sham to
secure her
conquest of his rival? Heaven only knows, not I!
Let it
suffice to say, Ichabod stole forth with the air of
one who had been sacking a henroost, rather than a fair lady's
heart. Without looking to the right or left to notice the scene
of rural
wealth, on which he had so often gloated, he went
straight to the
stable, and with several
hearty cuffs and kicks
roused his steed most uncourteously from the comfortable quarters
in which he was soundly
sleeping, dreaming of mountains of corn
and oats, and whole valleys of timothy and clover.
It was the very witching time of night that Ichabod, heavy
hearted and crest-fallen, pursued his travels
homewards, along
the sides of the lofty hills which rise above Tarry Town, and
which he had traversed so
cheerily in the afternoon. The hour was
as
dismal as himself. Far below him the Tappan Zee spread its
dusky and indistinct waste of waters, with here and there the
tall mast of a sloop, riding quietly at
anchor under the land. In
the dead hush of
midnight, he could even hear the barking of the
watchdog from the opposite shore of the Hudson; but it was so
vague and faint as only to give an idea of his distance from this
faithful
companion of man. Now and then, too, the long-drawn
crowing of a cock,
accidentally awakened, would sound far, far
off, from some
farmhouse away among the hills--but it was like a
dreaming sound in his ear. No signs of life occurred near him,
but
occasionally the
melancholy chirp of a
cricket, or perhaps
the guttural twang of a bull-frog from a
neighboring marsh, as if
sleeping uncomfortably and turning suddenly in his bed.
All the stories of ghosts and
goblins that he had heard in
the afternoon now came crowding upon his
recollection. The night
grew darker and darker; the stars seemed to sink deeper in the
sky, and driving clouds
occasionally hid them from his sight. He
had never felt so
lonely and
dismal. He was, moreover,
approaching the very place where many of the scenes of the ghost
stories had been laid. In the centre of the road stood an
enormous tulip-tree, which towered like a giant above all the
other trees of the
neighborhood, and formed a kind of landmark.
Its limbs were gnarled and
fantastic, large enough to form trunks
for ordinary trees, twisting down almost to the earth, and rising
again into the air. It was connected with the tragical story of
the
unfortunate Andre, who had been taken prisoner hard by; and
was
universally known by the name of Major Andre's tree. The
common people regarded it with a
mixture of respect and
superstition,
partly out of
sympathy for the fate of its ill-
starred namesake, and
partly from the tales of strange sights,
and
doleful lamentations, told
concerning it.
As Ichabod approached this
fearful tree, he began to
whistle; he thought his
whistle was answered; it was but a blast
sweeping
sharply through the dry branches. As he approached a
little nearer, he thought he saw something white,
hanging in the
midst of the tree: he paused, and ceased whistling but, on
looking more
narrowly, perceived that it was a place where the
tree had been scathed by
lightning, and the white wood laid bare.
Suddenly he heard a groan--his teeth chattered, and his knees
smote against the
saddle: it was but the rubbing of one huge
bough upon another, as they were swayed about by the
breeze. He
passed the tree in safety, but new perils lay before him.
About two hundred yards from the tree, a small brook crossed
the road, and ran into a marshy and
thickly-wooded glen, known by
the name of Wiley's Swamp. A few rough logs, laid side by side,
served for a
bridge over this
stream. On that side of the road
where the brook entered the wood, a group of oaks and chestnuts,
matted thick with wild grape-vines, threw a cavernous gloom over
it. To pass this
bridge was the severest trial. It was at this
identical spot that the
unfortunate Andre was captured, and under
the
covert of those chestnuts and vines were the
sturdy yeomen
concealed who surprised him. This has ever since been considered
a
hauntedstream, and
fearful are the feelings of the school-boy
who has to pass it alone after dark.
As he approached the
stream, his heart began to thump he
summoned up, however, all his
resolution, gave his horse half a
score of kicks in the ribs, and attempted to dash
briskly across
the
bridge; but instead of starting forward, the perverse old
animal made a
lateralmovement, and ran broadside against the
fence. Ichabod, whose fears increased with the delay, jerked the
reins on the other side, and kicked lustily with the contrary
foot: it was all in vain; his steed started, it is true, but it
was only to
plunge to the opposite side of the road into a
thicket of brambles and alder-bushes. The
schoolmaster now
bestowed both whip and heel upon the starveling ribs of old
Gunpowder, who dashed forward, snuffling and snorting, but came
to a stand just by the
bridge, with a suddenness that had nearly