Monday, October 17, 2016

In this by-place of nature there abode, in a remote period of history, that is to say, some thirty years since, a worthy wight of the the name of Ichabod crane, who sojourned , or, as he expressed it, "tarried", in Sleepy hollow, for the purpose of instructing the children of the vicinity. He was a native of Connecticut, a state which supplies the Union with pioneers for the mind as well as for the forest, and sends forth yearly its legions of frontier woodsmen and country schoolmasters. the cognomen of Crane was not inapplicable to his person. He was tall, but exceedingly lank, with narrow shoulders, long arms and legs, hands that dangle a mile out of his sleeves, feet that might have served for shovels, and his whole frame most loosely hung together. his head was small, and flat at top, with huge ears, large green glassy eyes, a long snipe nose, so that it looked like a weathercock, perched upon his spindle neck, to tell which way the wind see him striding along the profile of a hill on a windy day, with his clothes baggingand fluttering about him, one might have mistaken him for the genius of famine descending upon the earth, or some scarecrow eloped from a cornfield.

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