TASK #1
Ichabod's hair rose
upon xx1xx head with terror. What was to be done? It was
now too late to turn and run; and besides, what chance was there of escaping a
ghost or goblin, if such it was, which could ride upon the wings of the wind?
Summoning up all of his courage, he said in a stammering voice, "Who are
you?" He received xx2xx reply. He repeated his demand
in a still more agitated voice. Still there was no answer.
Once more he xx3xx the
sides of his horse, and, shutting his eyes, broke into a religious song. Just
then the shadowy object put itself in motion, and with a scramble and a bound
stood at once in the middle of the road. Though the xx4xx was
dark and dismal, yet the form of the unknown might now in some degree be
ascertained. He appeared to be a large horseman mounted on a powerful black
horse. He made no gesture of threat or greeting. Ichabod, who had no liking for
this strange midnight companion now quickened his horse in hopes of xx5xx him
behind. The stranger, xx6xx, quickened his horse to an equal
pace. Ichabod pulled up, and fell into a walk, thinking to lag behind, but the
other did the same.
His heart began to sink
within him; he tried to resume his song, but his dry tongue stuck to the roof
of his mouth, and he could not utter a sound. There was something in the
silence of his xx7xx that was mysterious and disturbing. It was soon
fearfully accounted for. On mounting a rising ground, which brought the figure
of his fellow-traveler in relief against the sky, gigantic in height, and
muffled in a cloak, Ichabod was horror-struck on xx8xx that
he was headless! but his xx9xx increased on observing that the xx10xx, which
should have rested on his shoulders, was carried before him on the pommel of
his saddle!
Adapted from The Legend of Sleepy Hollow
by Washington Irving
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