with a
violence that he
verily feared would
cleave him asunder.
An
opening, in the trees now cheered him with the hopes that
the church
bridge was at hand. The wavering
reflection of a
silver star in the bosom of the brook told him that he was not
mistaken. He saw the walls of the church dimly glaring under the
trees beyond. He recollected the place where Brom Bones' ghostly
competitor had disappeard. "If I can but reach that
bridge,"
thought Ichabod, " I am safe." Just then he heard the black steed
panting and blowing close behind him; he even fancied that he
felt his hot
breath. Another convulsive kick in the ribs, and old
Gunpowder
sprang upon the
bridge; he thundered over the
resounding planks; he gained the opposite side; and now Ichabod
cast a look behind to see if his
pursuer should
vanish, according
to rule, in a flash of fire and brimstone. Just then he saw the
goblin rising in his stirrups, and in the very act of hurling his
head at him. Ichabod endeavored to dodge the
horrible missile,
but too late. It encountered his cranium with a tremendous
crash, --he was tumbled
headlong into the dust, and Gunpowder,
the black steed, and the
goblin rider, passed by like a whirlwind.
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. Ichabod did not make his appearance at
breakfast; dinner-hour came, but no Ichabod. The boys assembled
at the
schoolhouse, and strolled idly about the banks of the
brook; but no
schoolmaster. Hans Van Ripper now began to feel
some
uneasiness about the fate of poor Ichabod, and his
saddle.
An
inquiry was set on foot, and after
diligentinvestigation they
came upon his traces. In one part of the road leading to the
church was found the
saddle trampled in the dirt; the tracks of
horses' hoofs deeply dented in the road, and
evidently at furious
speed, were traced to the
bridge, beyond which, on the bank of a
broad part o?the brook, where the water ran deep and black, was
found the hat of the
unfortunate Ichabod, and close beside it a
shattered
pumpkin.
The brook was searched, but the body of the
schoolmaster was
not to be discovered. Hans Van Ripper as
executor of his estate,
examined the
bundle which contained all his
worldly effects. They
consisted of two shirts and a half; two stocks for the neck; a
pair or two of worsted stockings; an old pair of corduroy small-
clothes; a rusty razor; a book of psalm tunes full of dog's-ears;
and a broken pitch-pipe. As to the books and furniture of the
schoolhouse, they belonged to the
community, excepting Cotton
Mather's History of Witchcraft, a New England Almanac, and
book of dreams and fortune-telling; in which last was a sheet of
foolscap much scribbled and blotted in several fruitless attempts
to make a copy of verses in honor of the heiress of Van Tassel.
These magic books and the
poetic scrawl were
forthwith consigned
to the flames by Hans Van Ripper; who, from that time forward,
determined to send his children no more to school; observing that
he never knew any good come of this same
reading and writing.
Whatever money the
schoolmaster possessed, and he had received
his quarter's pay but a day or two before, he must have had about
his person at the time of his
disappearance.
The
mysterious event caused much
speculation at the church
on the following Sunday. Knots of gazers and gossips were
collected in the
churchyard, at the
bridge, and at the spot where
the hat and
pumpkin had been found. The stories of Brouwer, of
Bones, and a whole
budget of others were called to mind; and when
they had
diligently considered them all, and compared them with
the symptoms of the present case, they shook their heads, and
came to the
conclusion chat Ichabod had been carried off by the
Galloping Hessian. As he was a
bachelor, and in nobody's debt,
nobody troubled his head any more about him; the school was
removed to a different quarter of the Hollow, and another
pedagogue reigned in his stead.
It is true, an old farmer, who had been down to New York on
a visit several years after, and from whom this
account of the
ghostly adventure was received, brought home the intelligence
that Ichabod Crane was still alive; that he had left the
neighborhoodpartly through fear of the
goblin and Hans Van
Ripper, and
partly in mortification at having been suddenly
dismissed by the heiress; that he had changed his quarters to a
distant part of the country; had kept school and
studied law at
the same time; had been admitted to the bar; turned politician;
electioneered; written for the newspapers; and finally had been
made a justice of the ten pound court. Brom Bones, too, who,
shortly after his rival's
disappearance conducted the blooming
Katrina in
triumph to the altar, was observed to look exceedingly
knowing
whenever the story of Ichabod was
related, and always
burst into a
hearty laugh at the mention of the
pumpkin; which
led some to
suspect that he knew more about the matter than he
chose to tell.
The old country wives, however, who are the best judges 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. The
bridgebecame more than ever an object of
superstitious awe; and that
may be the reason why the road has been altered of late years, so
as to approach the church by the border of the mill-pond. The
schoolhouse being deserted soon fell to decay, and was reported
to be
haunted by the ghost of the
unfortunate pedagogue and
the plough-boy, loitering
homeward of a still summer evening,
has often fancied his voice at a distance, chanting a melancholy
psalm tune among the
tranquil solitudes of Sleepy Hollow.
End