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Thus feeding his mind with many sweet thoughts and “sweetened weenings,” he fared along the sides of a row of hills which look ute on sum of the goodliest sights of the mighty Hudson. The sun stepwise wheeled his broad shive dune in the west. The wide bosom of the Tappan Zee lay still and glassy, but that here and there a soft shrithing waved and lengthened the farlen barrows hewn shadow. A few elksand cludes floated in the heavens, withute a breath of lift to blow hem. The liftline was a good golden hew, wending stepwise into a lutter appel green, and from that into the deep hewn of the midheaven. A sloping beam tarried on the woody ridges of the cliffs that overhanged sum deals of the ea, yeaving greater depth to the dark grey and welkred of hir stony sides. A sloop was tarrying far off, dropping slowly dune with the tide, her sail hanging bootlessly ayenst the mast; and as the glass of the heavens gleamed along the still water, it looked as if the ship was seemed in the lift.
It was toward evening that Ickabod lended at the keep of Her Van Tassel, which he fund thronged with the pride and blossom of the neighboring land. Old bures, a lean stock of leathern anlet, in homespun hackels and briches, hewn stockings, wide shoes, and thromly hardtin dalks. Hir cwick, withered littel ladies, in nigh crimpt caps, longlapt short kirtels, homespun undergores, with shears and pinballs, and sundry bleefaw sacks hanging on the uteside. Buxom maids, almost as fernly clothed as hir mothers, but for where a straw hat, a good snood, or maybe a white weed, yave tokens of the borough. The sonssuns, in short hardhemmed hackels, with rows of great brass knaps, and hir hair meanly lined up in the way of the times, hure if hy cud yet an eelhide for it, it being held high thrughute the land as a mighty carer and strengthener of the hair.
Brom Bones, huever, was the heleth of the setting, having cum to the gathering on his darling steed Daredevil, a wight, like himself, full of dught and play, and which no man but himself cud stightel. He was, in sooth, marked for choosing reeth deer, yeaven to all kinds of prats which kept the rider in unending plee of his neck, for he held a yeelding, wellbroken horse as unworthy of a man of fire.
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