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In this way things went on for sum time, withute bringing abute any trew wend on the bearings of the kneating weres. On a good harvest undern, Ickabod, in a thoughtful mood, sat high atop the tall stool from whense he wached over all the things in his littel kingdom of books. In his hand he swang a twig, that kinyard of might; the birch of rightwiseness rested on three nails behind the seld, an unyeelding brow to evildoers, while on the board before him might be seen sundry runnings and forbidden weapons, fund on the bodies of idel knaves, such as halfeaten appels, popguns, spillcocks, flypens, and whole wereds of wild littel bookfell gamecocks. It looked as if there had been sum eyful deed of rightwiseness lately done, for his conners were all bisily earnest in hir books, or slily whispering behind hem with one eye kept on the master; and a kind of droning stillness rixt thrughute the room. It was broken at onse by the lending of a black in hurden hackel and briches, a sinwelt groat of a hat, like the cap of Hermes, and stelled on the back of a worn dune, wild, halfbroken colt, which he stightelled with a rope by way of stopper. He came clattering up to the lorehuse door with a lathing to Ickabod to cum to a merrimake or “sowing simbel,” to be held that evening at her Van Tassels; and having betaught his errand with that whith of weight, and fand at good speech, which a black is pat to show on small errands of the kind, he rushed over the brook, and was seen bolting away up the hollow, full of the weight and hurry of his upnimming.
 
All was nu bustel and upstir in the late still loreroom. The conners were hurried thrugh hir readings withute stopping at the small things; those who were nimbel hopt over half with freedom, and those who were latred had a smart hit nu and then in the arse, to cwicken hir speed or help hem over a tall word. Books were flungthrown aside withute being put away on the shelves, bleckerns were overwalted, benches thrown dune, and the whole lorehuse was let ute a stund before the wonly time, bursting forth like a wered of yong imps, yelping and running abute the green winfast at hir early leesing.
 
The knightly Ickabod nu spent at least another half a stund at his bathroom, sweeping and ednewing his best, and indeed only good utefit of rusty black, and dighting his locks by a bit of broken lookingglass that hanged in the lorehuse. That he might make his atewing before his maiden in the trew way of a knight, he borrowed a horse from the bure with whom he was hused, a wroth old Duchman by the name of Hans Van Ripper, and, thus boldly riding, sent forth like a wandering knight seeching rose. But it is meet I shud, in the trew eard of a luvetale, yeave sum rake of the looks and yare of my heleth and his steed. The deer he bestrode was a broken dune plughhorse, that had utelived almost everything but its reethness. He was thin and rugh, with a ewe neck, and a head like a hammer; his rusty mane and tail were knotted and twined with hedgehogs; one eye had lost its see, and was wan and goastly, but the other had the gleam of a soothfast devil in it. Still he must have had fire and mettel in his day, if we may deem from the name he bore of Gundust. He had, in sooth, been a darling steed of his masters, the wroth Van Ripper, who was a reeth rider, and had steeped, most likely, sum of his own goast into the deer; for, old and broken dune as he looked, there was more of the huving devil in him than in any yong foal in the land.
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