The Legend of Sleepy Hollow
The Legend of Sleepy Hollow
The Legend of Sleepy Hollow
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Washington Irving
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THE LEGEND OF SLEEPY HOLLOW
by Washington Irving
Castle of Indolence.
Tarry Town. This name was given, we are told, in former days, by
but merely advert to it, for the sake of being precise and
authentic. Not far from this village, perhaps about two miles,
brook glides through it, with just murmur enough to lull one to
woodpecker is almost the only sound that ever breaks in upon the
uniform tranquillity.
wish for a retreat whither I might steal from the world and its
known by the name of SLEEPY HOLLOW, and its rustic lads are
and to pervade the very atmosphere. Some say that the place was
wizard of his tribe, held his powwows there before the country
place still continues under the sway of some witching power, that
holds a spell over the minds of the good people, causing them to
frequently see strange sights, and hear music and voices in the
oftener across the valley than in any other part of the country,
and the nightmare, with her whole ninefold, seems to make it the
nameless battle during the Revolutionary War, and who is ever and
the floating facts concerning this spectre, allege that the body
and that the rushing speed with which he sometimes passes along
there for a time. However wide awake they may have been before
they entered that sleepy region, they are sure, in a little time,
which border a rapid stream, where we may see the straw and
Though many years have elapsed since I trod the drowsy shades of
Sleepy Hollow, yet I question whether I should not still find the
bosom.
tall, but exceedingly lank, with narrow shoulders, long arms and
legs, hands that dangled a mile out of his sleeves, feet that
might have served for shovels, and his whole frame most loosely
hung together. His head was small, and flat at top, with huge
ears, large green glassy eyes, and a long snipe nose, so that it
which way the wind blew. To see him striding along the profile of
about him, one might have mistaken him for the genius of famine
cornfield.
door, and stakes set against the window shutters; so that though
just at the foot of a woody hill, with a brook running close by,
and a formidable birch-tree growing at one end of it. From hence
the low murmur of his pupils' voices, conning over their lessons,
was a conscientious man, and ever bore in mind the golden maxim,
"Spare the rod and spoil the child." Ichabod Crane's scholars
swelled and grew dogged and sullen beneath the birch. All this he
convoy some of the smaller ones home, who happened to have pretty
with his pupils. The revenue arising from his school was small,
and would have been scarcely sufficient to furnish him with daily
bread, for he was a huge feeder, and, though lank, had the
in a cotton handkerchief.
That all this might not be too onerous on the purses of his
their farms, helped to make hay, mended the fences, took the
horses to water, drove the cows from pasture, and cut wood
for the winter fire. He laid aside, too, all the dominant
the lion bold, which whilom so magnanimously the lamb did hold,
he would sit with a child on one knee, and rock a cradle with
own mind, he completely carried away the palm from the parson.
Certain it is, his voice resounded far above all the rest of the
that church, and which may even be heard half a mile off, quite
of all the country damsels. How he would figure among them in the
them from the wild vines that overran the surrounding trees;
great erudition, for he had read several books quite through, and
believed.
He was, in fact, an odd mixture of small shrewdness and
simple credulity. His appetite for the marvelous, and his powers
con over old Mather's direful tales, until the gathering dusk of
evening made the printed page a mere mist before his eyes. Then,
the boding cry of the tree toad, that harbinger of storm, the
which sparkled most vividly in the darkest places, now and then
winging his blundering flight against him, the poor varlet was
ready to give up the ghost, with the idea that he was struck with
drown thought or drive away evil spirits, was to sing psalm tunes
and the good people of Sleepy Hollow, as they sat by their doors
of an evening, were often filled with awe at hearing his nasal
melody, "in linked sweetness long drawn out," floating from the
winter evenings with the old Dutch wives, as they sat spinning by
the fire, with a row of apples roasting and spluttering along the
upon comets and shooting stars; and with the alarming fact that
the world did absolutely turn round, and that they were half the
time topsy-turvy!
ruddy glow from the crackling wood fire, and where, of course, no
shadows beset his path, amidst the dim and ghastly glare of a
snowy night! With what wistful look did he eye every trembling
ray of light streaming across the waste fields from some distant
snow, which, like a sheeted spectre, beset his very path! How
often did he shrink with curdling awe at the sound of his own
steps on the frosty crust beneath his feet; and dread to look
tramping close behind him! and how often was he thrown into
nightly scourings!
of the mind that walk in darkness; and though he had seen many
spectres in his time, and been more than once beset by Satan in
end to all these evils; and he would have passed a pleasant life
of it, in despite of the Devil and all his works, if his path had
man than ghosts, goblins, and the whole race of witches put
her charms. She wore the ornaments of pure yellow gold, which her
country round.
Ichahod Crane had a soft and foolish heart towards the sex;
found favor in his eyes, more especially after he had visited her
the boundaries of his own farm; but within those everything was
wealth, but not proud of it; and piqued himself upon the hearty
brook, that babbled along among alders and dwarf willows. Hard
by the farmhouse was a vast barn, that might have served for a
forth with the treasures of the farm; the flail was busily
one eye turned up, as if watching the weather, some with their
swelling, and cooing, and bowing about their dames, were enjoying
about with a pudding in his belly, and an apple in his mouth; the
gravy; and the ducks pairing cosily in dishes, like snug married
he saw carved out the future sleek side of bacon, and juicy
while living.
his great green eyes over the fat meadow lands, the rich fields
Van Tassel, his heart yearned after the damsel who was to inherit
these domains, and his imagination expanded with the idea, how
they might be readily turned into cash, and the money invested in
immense tracts of wild land, and shingle palaces in the
wilderness. Nay, his busy fancy already realized his hopes, and
setting out for Kentucky, Tennessee, --or the Lord knows where!
ridged but lowly sloping roofs, built in the style handed down
from the first Dutch settlers; the low projecting eaves forming a
Benches were built along the sides for summer use; and a great
this piazza the wondering Ichabod entered the hall, which formed
the centre of the mansion, and the place of usual residence. Here
gay festoons along the walls, mingled with the gaud of red
peppers; and a door left ajar gave him a peep into the best
ostrich egg was hung from the centre of the room, and a corner
From the moment Ichabod laid his eyes upon these regions of
delight, the peace of his mind was at an end, and his only study
with and had to make his way merely through gates of iron and
brass, and walls of adamant to the castle keep, where the lady of
would carve his way to the centre of a Christmas pie; and then
the lady gave him her hand as a matter of course. Ichabod, on the
heart, keeping a watchful and angry eye upon each other, but
ready to fly out in the common cause against any new competitor.
Dutch abbreviation, Brom Van Brunt, the hero of the country round
of fun and arrogance From his Herculean frame and great powers of
foremost at all races and cock fights; and, with the ascendancy
umpire in all disputes, setting his hat on one side, and giving
had more mischief than ill-will in his composition; and with all
troop of Don Cossacks; and the old dames, startled out of their
clattered by, and then exclaim, "Ay, there goes Brom Bones
and his gang!" The neighbors looked upon him with a mixture
This rantipole hero had for some time singled out the
caresses and endearments ofa bear, yet it was whispered that she
would have shrunk from the competition, and a wiser man would
To have taken the field openly against his rival would have
easy indulgent soul; he loved his daughter better even than his
pipe, and, like a reasonable man and an excellent father, let her
have her way in everything. His notable little wife, too, had
poultry; for, as she sagely observed, ducks and geese are foolish
things, and must be looked after, but girls can take care of
themselves. Thus, while the busy dame bustled about the house, or
would sit smoking his evening pipe at the other, watching the
his suit with the daughter by the side of the spring under the
I profess not to know how women's hearts are wooed and won.
possession of the latter, for man must battle for his fortress at
is, this was not the case with the redoubtable Brom Bones; and
from the moment Ichabod Crane made his advances, the interests of
the former evidently declined: his horse was no longer seen tied
would fain have carried matters to open warfare and have settled
their meetings there. But what was still more annoying, Brom took
terror to evil doers, while on the desk before him might be seen
with one eye kept upon the master; and a kind of buzzing
he dashed over the brook, and was seen scampering, away up the
All was now bustle and hubbub in the late quiet schoolroom.
impunity, and those who were tardy had a smart application now
and then in the rear, to quicken their speed or help them over a
tall word. Books were flung aside without being put away on the
whole school was turned loose an hour before the usual time,
his toilet, brushing and furbishing up his best, and indeed only
true spirit of romantic story, give some account of the looks and
equipments of my hero and his steed. The animal he bestrode was a
its viciousness. He was gaunt and shagged, with a ewe neck, and a
head like a hammer; his rusty mane and tail were tangled and
knotted with burs; one eye had lost its pupil, and was glaring
and spectral, but the other had the gleam of a genuine devil in
it. Still he must have had fire and mettle in his day, if we may
favorite steed of his master's, the choleric Van Ripper, who was
a furious rider, and had infused, very probably, some of his own
there was more of the lurking devil in him than in any young
like a sceptre, and as his horse jogged on, the motion of his
arms was not unlike the flapping of a pair of wings. A small wool
hat rested on the top of his nose, for so his scanty strip of
fluttered out almost to the horses tail. Such was the appearance
of Ichabod and his steed as they shambled out of the gate of Hans
clear and serene, and nature wore that rich and golden livery
had put on their sober brown and yellow, while some trees of the
tenderer kind had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes
began to make their appearance high in the air; the bark of the
nuts, and the pensive whistle of the quail at intervals from the
the very profusion and variety around them. There was the honest
sable clouds, and the golden- winged woodpecker with his crimson
crest, his broad black gorget, and splendid plumage; and the
cedar-bird, with its red tipt wings and yellow-tipt tail and its
little monteiro cap of feathers; and the blue jay, that noisy
gathered into baskets and barrels for the market; others heaped
fields of Indian corn, with its golden ears peeping from their
leafy coverts, and holding out the promise of cakes and hasty-
their fair round bellies to the sun, and giving ample prospects
Thus feeding his mind with many sweet thoughts and "sugared
which look out upon some of the goodliest scenes of the mighty
Hudson. The sun gradually wheeled his broad disk down in the
west. The wide bosom of the Tappan Zee lay motionless and glassy,
pure apple green, and from that into the deep blue of the mid-
depth to the dark gray and purple of their rocky sides. A sloop
tide, her sail hanging uselessly against the mast; and as the
the Heer Van Tassel, which he found thronged with the pride and
Brom Bones, however, was the hero of the scene, having come
like himself, full of mettle and mischief, and which no one but
buxom lasses, with their luxurious display of red and white; but
olykoek, and the crisp and crumbling cruller; sweet cakes and
short cakes, ginger cakes and honey cakes, and the whole family
of cakes. And then there were apple pies, and peach pies, and
pumpkin pies; besides slices of ham and smoked beef; and moreover
Heaven bless the mark! I want breath and time to discuss this
proportion as his skin was filled with good cheer, and whose
not help, too, rolling his large eyes round him as he ate, and
he thought, how soon he 'd turn his back upon the old
schoolhouse; snap his fingers in the face of Hans Van Ripper, and
Old Baltus Van Tassel moved about among his guests with a
face dilated with content and goodhumor, round and jolly as the
for more than half a century. His instrument was as old and
vocal powers. Not a limb, not a fibre about him was idle; and to
have seen his loosely hung frame in full motion, and clattering
about the room, you would have thought St. Vitus himself, that
of all ages and sizes, from the farm and the neighborhood, stood
joyous? the lady of his heart was his partner in the dance, and
Brom Bones, sorely smitten with love and jealousy, sat brooding
knot of the sager folks, who, with Old V an Tassel, sat smoking
those highly favored places which abound with chronicle and great
men. The British and American line had run near it during the
every exploit.
Dutchman, who had nearly taken a British frigate with an old iron
the sixth discharge. And there was an old gentleman who shall be
he absolutely felt it whiz round the blade, and glance off at the
sword, with the hilt a little bent. There were several more that
had been equally great in the field, not one of whom but was
persuaded that he had a considerable hand in bringing the war to
a happy termination.
usual, were doling out their wild and wonderful legends. Many
dismal tales were told about funeral trains, and mourning cries
and wailings heard and seen about the great tree where the
that haunted the dark glen at Raven Rock, and was often heard to
the snow. The chief part of the stories, however, turned upon the
was said, tethered his horse nightly among the graves in the
churchyard.
where the sunbeams seem to sleep so quietly, one would think that
there at least the dead might rest in peace. On one side of the
church extends a wide woody dell, along which raves a large brook
among broken rocks and trunks of fallen trees. Over a deep black
part of the stream, not far from the church, was formerly thrown
a wooden bridge; the road that led to it, and the bridge itself,
were thickly shaded by overhanging trees, which cast a gloom
ghosts, how he met the Horseman returning from his foray into
Sleepy Hollow, and was obliged to get up behind him; how they
galloped over bush and brake, over hill and swamp, until they
skeleton, threw old Brouwer into the brook, and sprang away over
this midnight trooper; that he had offered to race with him for a
bowl of punch, and should have won it too, for Daredevil beat the
goblin horse all hollow, but just as they came to the church
men talk in the dark, the countenances of the listeners only now
and then receiving a casual gleam from the glare of a pipe, sank
many marvellous events that had taken place in his native State
The revel now gradually broke up. The old farmers gathered
together their families in their wagons, and were heard for some
time rattling along the hollow roads, and over the distant hills.
fainter and fainter, until they gradually died away, --and the
late scene of noise and frolic was all silent and deserted.
that he was now on the high road to success. What passed at this
air quite desolate and chapfallen. Oh, these women! these women!
Could that girl have been playing off any of her coquettish tricks?
one who had been sacking a henroost, rather than a fair lady's
heart. Without looking to the right or left to notice the scene
straight to the stable, and with several hearty cuffs and kicks
the sides of the lofty hills which rise above Tarry Town, and
as dismal as himself. Far below him the Tappan Zee spread its
dusky and indistinct waste of waters, with here and there the
the dead hush of midnight, he could even hear the barking of the
vague and faint as only to give an idea of his distance from this
off, from some farmhouse away among the hills--but it was like a
the afternoon now came crowding upon his recollection. The night
grew darker and darker; the stars seemed to sink deeper in the
sky, and driving clouds occasionally hid them from his sight. He
approaching the very place where many of the scenes of the ghost
Its limbs were gnarled and fantastic, large enough to form trunks
for ordinary trees, twisting down almost to the earth, and rising
again into the air. It was connected with the tragical story of
the unfortunate Andre, who had been taken prisoner hard by; and
smote against the saddle: it was but the rubbing of one huge
passed the tree in safety, but new perils lay before him.
About two hundred yards from the tree, a small brook crossed
the road, and ran into a marshy and thickly-wooded glen, known by
the name of Wiley's Swamp. A few rough logs, laid side by side,
served for a bridge over this stream. On that side of the road
where the brook entered the wood, a group of oaks and chestnuts,
it. To pass this bridge was the severest trial. It was at this
identical spot that the unfortunate Andre was captured, and under
the covert of those chestnuts and vines were the sturdy yeomen
concealed who surprised him. This has ever since been considered
summoned up, however, all his resolution, gave his horse half a
fence. Ichabod, whose fears increased with the delay, jerked the
reins on the other side, and kicked lustily with the contrary
bestowed both whip and heel upon the starveling ribs of old
sent his rider sprawling over his head. Just at this moment a
plashy tramp by the side of the bridge caught the sensitive ear
The hair of the affrighted pedagogue rose upon his head with
terror. What was to be done? To turn and fly was now too late;
if such it was, which could ride upon the wings of the wind?
fervor into a psalm tune. Just then the shadowy object of alarm
dismal, yet the form of the unknown might now in some degree be
road, jogging along on the blind side of old Gunpowder, who had
an equal pace. Ichabod pulled up, and fell into a walk, thinking
to lag behind, --the other did the same. His heart began to sink
parched tongue clove to the roof of his mouth, and he could not
that the head, which should have rested on his shoulders, was
carried before him on the pommel of his saddle! His terror rose
to desperation; he rained a shower of kicks and blows upon
slip; but the spectre started full jump with him. Away, then,
they dashed through thick and thin; stones flying and sparks
the air, as he stretched his long lank body away over his horse's
They had now reached the road which turns off to Sleepy
down hill to the left. This road leads through a sandy hollow
the bridge famous in goblin story; and just beyond swells the
As yet the panic of the steed had given his unskilful rider
way through the hollow, the girths of the saddle gave way, and he
save himself by clasping old Gunpowder round the neck, when the
his pursuer. For a moment the terror of Hans Van Ripper's wrath
passed across his mind, --for it was his Sunday saddle; but this
was no time for petty fears; the goblin was hard on his haunches;
An opening, in the trees now cheered him with the hopes that
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
thought Ichabod, " I am safe." Just then he heard the black steed
felt his hot breath. Another convulsive kick in the ribs, and old
goblin rising in his stirrups, and in the very act of hurling his
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
some uneasiness about the fate of poor Ichabod, and his saddle.
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
broad part o£ the brook, where the water ran deep and black, was
shattered pumpkin.
The brook was searched, but the body of the schoolmaster was
examined the bundle which contained all his worldly effects. They
consisted of two shirts and a half; two stocks for the neck; a
These magic books and the poetic scrawl were forthwith consigned
to the flames by Hans Van Ripper; who, from that time forward,
he never knew any good come of this same reading and writing.
his quarter's pay but a day or two before, he must have had about
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
nobody troubled his head any more about him; the school was
that Ichabod Crane was still alive; that he had left the
distant part of the country; had kept school and studied law at
the same time; had been admitted to the bar; turned politician;
made a justice of the ten pound court. Brom Bones, too, who,
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
about the neighborhood round the winter evening fire. The bridge
may be the reason why the road has been altered of late years, so