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the

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candles at night and

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thought about that story of the soldier

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headed in the Revolutionary War who

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was said to roam the countryside at night

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in an endless search for his lost

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head. And

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then one day a tall man

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arrived in this little town, a

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schoolteacher for the local children,

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and his name was Ichabod

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Crane. And

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now

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Washington Irving's words as

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we pick up the story.

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He was tall but exceedingly lank

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with narrow shoulders and long

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arms and legs, hands that

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dangled a mile out of his sleeves, might

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have served for shovels. As

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whole frame most loosely hung together,

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his head was small and flat at top

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with huge ears, large

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green glassy eyes, and

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a long sniped nose so

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it looked like a weathercock perched upon

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his spindle neck to tell which way

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the wind blew. To see

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him striding along the profile of a hill

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on a windy day with his clothes

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bagging and fluttering about him, one

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might have mistaken him for some scarecrow

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eloped from a cornfield. His

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schoolhouse was a low building of one

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large room, rudely

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constructed of logs, the

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windows partly glazed and partly

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patched with leaves of old copy books.

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It stood in a rather lonely but

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pleasant

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situation just in the foot

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of a woody hill, with a brook

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running close by and a

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formidable birch tree growing at one

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end of it from hence

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the little murmur of his pupils voices

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might be heard in a drowsy summer's

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day like the hum of a beehive.

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Thank you for listening.