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As he nighed the stream, his heart began to thump; he chied up, huever, all his will, yave his horse ten kicks in the ribs, and fanded to rush cwickly thwares the bridge; but instead of starting forward, the thwire old deer made a sideways swing, and ran broadside ayenst the edder. Ickabod, whose fears waxt with the fristing, firked the lines on the other side, and kickt lustily with the wither foot: it was all for nought; his steed started, it is trew, but it was only to dive to the wither side of the road into a thicket of brambels and aldershrubs. The teacher nu bestowed bo whip and heel on the starveling ribs of old Gundust, who rushed forward, sniffelling and snorting, but came to a stand right by the bridge, with a cwickness that had nearly sent his rider sprawling over his head. Right at this brightom a plashy stamp by the side of the bridge fanged the keen ear of Ickabod. In the dark shadow of the grove, on the edge of the brook, he beheld sumthing ettinish, misshapen and rising. It stirred not, but looked gathered up in the gloom, like sum great fivel ready to spring itself on the wayfarer.
 
The hair of the afrighted teacher rose on his head with brow. What was to be done? To wend and fly was nu too late; and besides, what likelihood was there of atwinding goast or puck, if such it was, which cud ride on the fithers of the wind? Cying up, therefore, a show of dught, he askt it a in a stammering tungfall, “who art thu?” He yat no answer. He eftledged his frain in a still more upset steven. Still there was no answer. Onse more he beat the sides of the unbendenly Gundust, and, shutting his eyes, broke forth with unwillsum ellen into a salm. Right then the shadowy thing of fright put itself shrithing, and with a clatter and a leap stood at onse in the middel of the road. Thaugh the night was dark and lorn, the shape of the unknown might nu in sum way yet be kenned. He looked to be a horseman of great standing, and sat on a black horse of a mighty frame. He made no offer of grill or frendship, but kept cool on one side of the road, clopping along on the blind side of old Gundust, who had nu overcame his fright and waywardness.
 
Ickabod, who had no list for this ferly midnight sither, and bethought himself of the rose of Brom Bones with the Riding Hessman, nu cwickened his steed in hopes of leaving him behind. The fremmedling, huever, cwickened his horse to an even step. Ickabod pulled up, and fell into a walk, thinking to slip behind,—the other slowed as well. His heart began to sink within him; he fanded to pick up his salm, but his thirsty tung clove to the roof of his muthe, and he cud not utter a word. There was sumthing in the moody and dogged stillness of this stithe sither that was runy and frightening. It was soon fearfully reched. On climbing a rising grund, which brought the ansen of his sither stark ayenst the heavens, ettinish in highth, and hushed in a loth, Ickabod was fearstricken on ayetting that he was headless!—but his brow was still highthened on ayetting that the head, which shud have rested on his sholders, was born before him on the knap of his saddel! His brow rose to wanhope; he rained a shure of kicks and blows on Gundust, hoping by a swift run to yeave his sither the slip; but the goast started full leap with him. Away, then, hy rushed thrugh thick and thin; stones flying and sparks leeming at every step. Ickabods thin clothing fluttered in the lift, as he straught his long lank body away over his horses head, in the keenness of his flight.
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