In the dark shadow of the grove, on the margin of the brook, he beheld something huge, misshapen and towering.
The wavering reflection of a silver star in the bosom of the brook told him that he was not mistaken.
The boys assembled at the schoolhouse, and strolled idly about the banks of the brook; but no schoolmaster.
The brook was searched, but the body of the schoolmaster was not to be discovered.
Another of his sources of fearful pleasure was to pass long winter evenings with the old Dutch wives, as they sat spinning by the fire, with a row of apples roasting and spluttering along the hearth, and listen to their marvellous tales of ghosts and goblins, and haunted fields, and haunted brooks, and haunted bridges, and haunted houses, and particularly of the headless horseman, or Galloping Hessian of the Hollow, as they sometimes called him.
Mrs Brooks pondered on the delay, and on what probable relation the visitor who had called so early bore to the couple upstairs.
Mrs Brooks hastened downstairs, opened the front door, and ran into the street.