By Washington Irving
Ichabod felt his heart sink. Up a hill they moved above the shadow of the trees. For a moment the moon shone down upon them and to Ichabod's horror, he saw it was a horse. And it had a rider, but the rider's head was not on his body. It was in front of the rider, resting on the horse.
Ichabod kicked and hit his old horse with all his power. They rushed through bushes and trees across the valley of Sleepy Hollow. Up ahead was the old church bridge wh...