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All these, huever, were but brows of the night, shades of the mind that walk in darkness; and thaugh he had seen many dwimmers in his time, and been more than onse beset by Satan in sundry shapes, in his lonely wandering, yet daylight put an end to all these evils; and he wud have had a winsum life of it, the Devil and all his works notwithstanding, if his path had not been beset by a being that brings more masing to living were than goasts, pucks, and the whole stock of wiches put together, and that was—a maid.
 
Among the conners of singing who gathered, one evening in each week, to fang his teachings in salms, was Katrina Van Tassel, the daughter and only child of a rich Duch bure. She was a blossoming maid of fresh eightteeneighteen; full as a feeldhen; ripe and melting and roosicheeked as one of her fathers persocks, and namecooth, not only for her lite, but her great hopes. She was withall a littel of a flirt, as might be ayettedayetten even in her clothing, which was a mong of fern and anward trends, as most fit to set off her spell. She wore wreats of lutter yellow gold, which her great great eldmother had brought over from Saardam; the costening foredeal of the olden time, and withall a headily short undergore, to show the prettiest foot and anclee in the shire umb.
 
Ickabod Crane had a soft and witless heart towards wifekind; and it is not to be wundered at that so costening a snead soon fund heeld in his eyes, hure after he had neesed her fathers bold. Old Baltus Van Tassel was the fulframed bisen of a theeing, eathheeld, yeavelhearted bure. He seldom, it is trew, sent either his iyes or his thoughts beyond the edges of his own land; but within those everything was cweem, winsum and hale. He was cweemed with his wealth, but not prude of it; and prided himself rather on the hearty fulth he lived in, than the way in which he lived. His stronghold was settelled on the banks of the Hudson, in one of those green, sheltered, battel nooks in which the Duch bures are so fond of nestelling. A great elmtree spread its broad bughs over it, at the foot of which bubbelled up a spring of the softest and sweetest water, in a littel well bilt from a bidden; and then stole sparkelling away thrugh the grass, to a neighboring brook, that babbelled along among alders and dwarfwillows. Hard by the irthhuse was a widegale barn, that might have worked as a church; every eyedoor and crack of which looked to be bursting forth with the fratows of the irth; the thresher was bisily shilling within it from morning to night; swallows glode twittering abute the eaves; and rows of culvers, sum with one eye went upward, as if waching the weather, sum with hir heads under hir fithers or beried in hir bosoms, and others swelling, and cooing, and buing abute hir ladies, were noting the sunshine on the roof. Sleek unweeldy hogs were grunting in the stillness and fulth of hir pens, from whense came forth, nu and then, hooses of sucking swine, as if to sniff the lift. A frithe few snowy geese were riding in a neighboring pond, leading whole fleets of ducks; wereds of Turkicocks were stepping thrugh the irthyard, and Ginnyfule fretting abute it, like shrewish husewives, with hir whining, upset roop. Before the barn door walked the knightly cock, that shape of a were, a drighten and a good her, clapping his sliked fithers and crowing in the pride and win of his heart,—sumtimes tearing up the earth with his feet, and then yeavelly chying his eferhungry maith of wives and children to neet the rich snead which he had fund.
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