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...him that he was not mistaken. He saw the walls of the church dimly glaring under the trees beyond. ' If I can but reach that bridge,' thought Ichabod,...and blowing close behind him ; he even fancied that he felt his hot breath. Another convulsive kick in the ribs, and old Gunpowder sprung upon the bridge;...

...the saddle fell to the earth, and he heard it trampled under foot by his pursuer. For a moment the terror of Hans Van Ripper's wrath passed across his...and blowing close behind him; he even fancied that he felt his hot breath. Another convulsive kick in the ribs, and old Gunpowder sprung "upon the bridge;...

...walls of the church dimly glaring under the trees beyond. He recollected the place where Brom Bones' ghostly competitor had disappeared. " If I can but...and blowing close behind him ; he even fancied that he felt his hot breath. Another convulsive kick in the ribs, and old Gunpowder sprung upon the bridge...

...walls of the church dimly glaring under the trees beyond. He recollected the place where Brom Bones' ghostly competitor had disappeared. « If I can but...and blowing close behind him ; he even fancied that he felt his hot breath. Another convulsive kick in the ribs, and old Gunpowder sprung upon the bridge;...

...walls of the church dimly glaring under the trees beyond. He recollected the place where Brom Bones' ghostly competitor had disappeared. " If I can but...and blowing close behind him ; he even fancied that he felt his hot breath. Another convulsive kick on the ribs, and old Gunpowder sprung upon the bridge...

...walls of the church dimly glaring under the trees beyond. He recollected the place where Brom Bones' ghostly competitor had disappeared. " If I can but...and blowing close behind him ; he even fancied that he felt his hot breath. Another convulsive kick in the ribs, and old Gunpowder sprung upon the bridge...

...walls of the church dimly glaring under the trees beyond. Ha recollected the place where Brom Bones' ghostly competitor had disappeared. " If I can but...and blowing close behind him ; he even fancied that he felt his hot breath. Another convulsive kick in the ribs, and old Gunpowder sprung upon the bridge...

...recollected the place where Brom Bones' ghostly competitor had disappeared. « Iflcan butreach thatbridge,» thought Ichabod , « I am safe. » Just then he heard...and blowing close behind him; he even fancied that he fell his hot breath: Another convulsive kick in the ribs, and old Gunpowder sprung upon the bridge;...

...walls of the church dimly glaring under the trees beyond. He recollected the place where Brom Bones' ghostly competitor had disappeared. " If I can but...and blowing close behind him ; he even fancied that he felt his hot breath. Another convulsive kick in the ribs, and old Gunpowder sprang upon the bridge...