sound of his own steps on the frosty crust beneath his feet;and dread to look over his shoulder,lest he should behold some uncouth being tramping close behind him!And how often was he thrown into complete dismay by some rushing blast,howling among the trees,in the idea that it was the Galloping Hessian on one of his nightly scourings！ 18 All these,however,were mere terrors of the night,phantoms of the mind that walk in darkness;and though he had seen many specters in his time,and been more than once beset by Satan in diverse shapes,in his lonely perambulations,yet daylight put an 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 not been crossed by a being that causes more perplexity to mortal man than ghosts,goblins,and the whole race of witches put together,and that was-a woman. 19 Among the musical disciples who assembled,one evening in each week,to receive his instructions in psalmody,was Katrina Van Tassel,the daughter and only child of a substantial Dutch farmer.She was a blooming lass of fresh eighteen,plump as a partridge,ripe and melting and rosy-cheeked as one of her father's peaches,and universally famed,not merely for her beauty,but her vast expectations.She was withal a little of a coquette,as might be perceived even in her dress,which was a mixture of ancient and modern fashions,as most suited to set off her charms.She wore the ornaments of pure yellow gold,which her great-great-grandmother had brought over from Saardam;the tempting stomacher of the olden time;and withal a provokingly short petticoat,to display the prettiest foot and ankle in the country around. 20 Ichabod Crane had a soft and foolish heart toward the sex;and it is not to be wondered at that so tempting a morsel soon found favor in his eyes,more especially after he had visited her in her paternal mansion.Old Baltus Van Tassel was a perfect picture of a thriving,contented,liberal-hearted farmer.He seldom,it is true,sent either his eyes or his thoughts beyond the boundaries of his own farm;but within those everything was snug,happy,and well-conditioned.He was satisfied with his wealth,but not proud of it;and piqued himself upon the hearty abundance,rather than the style in which he lived.His stronghold was situated on the banks of the Hudson,in one of those green,sheltered,fertile nooks,in which the Dutch farmers are so fond of nestling.A great elm tree spread its broad branches over it,at the foot of which bubbled up a spring of the softest and sweetest water,in a little well,formed of a barrel,and then stole sparkling away through the grass,to a neighboring brook that bubbled along among alders and dwarf willows.Hard by the farmhouse was a vast barn that might have served for a church;every window and crevice of which seemed bursting forth with the treasures of the farm;the flail was busily resounding within it from morning to night;swallows and martins skimmed twittering about the eaves;and rows of pigeons,some with one eye turned up,as if watching the weather,some with their heads under their wings,or buried in their bosoms,and others swelling,and cooing,and bowing about their dames,were enjoying the sunshine on the roof.Sleek unwieldy porkers were grunting in the repose and abundance of their pens;whence sallied forth,now and then,troops of sucking pigs,as if to snuff the air.A stately 66 sound of his own steps on the frosty crust beneath his feet; and dread to look over his shoulder, lest he should behold some uncouth being tramping close behind him! And how often was he thrown into complete dismay by some rushing blast, howling among the trees, in the idea that it was the Galloping Hessian on one of his nightly scourings! 18 All these, however, were mere terrors of the night, phantoms of the mind that walk in darkness; and though he had seen many specters in his time, and been more than once beset by Satan in diverse shapes, in his lonely perambulations, yet daylight put an 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 not been crossed by a being that causes more perplexity to mortal man than ghosts, goblins, and the whole race of witches put together, and that was—a woman. 19 Among the musical disciples who assembled, one evening in each week, to receive his instructions in psalmody, was Katrina Van Tassel, the daughter and only child of a substantial Dutch farmer. She was a blooming lass of fresh eighteen, plump as a partridge, ripe and melting and rosy-cheeked as one of her father’s peaches, and universally famed, not merely for her beauty, but her vast expectations. She was withal a little of a coquette, as might be perceived even in her dress, which was a mixture of ancient and modern fashions, as most suited to set off her charms. She wore the ornaments of pure yellow gold, which her great-great-grandmother had brought over from Saardam; the tempting stomacher of the olden time; and withal a provokingly short petticoat, to display the prettiest foot and ankle in the country around. 20 Ichabod Crane had a soft and foolish heart toward the sex; and it is not to be wondered at that so tempting a morsel soon found favor in his eyes, more especially after he had visited her in her paternal mansion. Old Baltus Van Tassel was a perfect picture of a thriving, contented, liberal-hearted farmer. He seldom, it is true, sent either his eyes or his thoughts beyond the boundaries of his own farm; but within those everything was snug, happy, and well-conditioned. He was satisfied with his wealth, but not proud of it; and piqued himself upon the hearty abundance, rather than the style in which he lived. His stronghold was situated on the banks of the Hudson, in one of those green, sheltered, fertile nooks, in which the Dutch farmers are so fond of nestling. A great elm tree spread its broad branches over it, at the foot of which bubbled up a spring of the softest and sweetest water, in a little well, formed of a barrel, and then stole sparkling away through the grass, to a neighboring brook that bubbled along among alders and dwarf willows. Hard by the farmhouse was a vast barn that might have served for a church; every window and crevice of which seemed bursting forth with the treasures of the farm; the flail was busily resounding within it from morning to night; swallows and martins skimmed twittering about the eaves; and rows of pigeons, some with one eye turned up, as if watching the weather, some with their heads under their wings, or buried in their bosoms, and others swelling, and cooing, and bowing about their dames, were enjoying the sunshine on the roof. Sleek unwieldy porkers were grunting in the repose and abundance of their pens; whence sallied forth, now and then, troops of sucking pigs, as if to snuff the air. A stately