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the legend of Sleepy Hollow in the bosom of one of the spacious coves, which indent the eastern shore of the Hudson at that broad expansion of the river, denominated by the ancient Dutch navigators as a top on Z and where they always prudently shortened sails and implored the protection of ST Nicholas when they crossed. There lies a small market town or rural port, which by some is called the Greensburg, but which is more universally and properly known by the name of Terry Town. This name was given it, we're told, in former days by the Good housewives of the adjacent country, from the inveterate propensity of their husbands to linger about the Village Tavern on market days. Be that as it may, I do not vouch for the fact, but merely advert to it for the sake of being precise and authentic. Not far from this village, perhaps about three miles there is a little valley or rather lap of land among high hills, which is one of the quietest places in the whole world. A small brook glides through it with just murmur enoughto lol you to repose and the occasional whistle of a quail or tapping of a woodpecker is almost the only sound that ever breaks in upon the uniform tranquility. The rave in By Edgar Allan Poe. Once upon a midnight dreary while, I pondered weak and weary over many quaint and curious volumes of forgotten lore. While I nodded gently napping, there suddenly came tapping as of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door to some visitor, I muttered, tapping at my chamber door. Only this and nothing more. Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, and each separate dying Ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly, I wished the morrow vainly. I had tried to borrow from my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the Lost Lenore, for the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore. Nameless here forever more, and the silicon sat uncertain rustling of each purple curtain thrilled me, filled me with fantastic terrors, never felt before, so that now, to the still beating of my heart, I stood repeating to some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door, some light visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door. Just this and nothing more. Presently, my soul grew stronger, hesitating then no longer, sir. Said I or madam truly your forgiveness, I implore. But the fact is, I was napping and so gently you came rapping and so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door that I scarce was sure I heard you here I opened wide the door darkness there and nothing more. And of Green Gables by L. M. Montgomery Chapter one Mrs Rachel Lynde is surprised. Mrs. Rachel Lynde lived just where the avidly main road dipped down into a little hollow, fringed with elders and lady's ear drops and traversed by a brook that had its source away Back in the woods of the old cuff Bert Place. It was reputed to be an intricate to headlong Brooke in its earlier course through the woods with Dark Secrets of pool and Cascade. But by the time it reached Linds Hollow, it was a quiet, well conducted little stream for not even a brook could run past Mrs Rachel Linde's door without due regard for decency and decorum. Probably was conscious that Mrs Rachel was sitting at her window keeping a sharp eye on everything that passed from Brooks and Children up, and that if she noticed anything odd or out of place. She would never rest until she had ferreted out the wise and the wherefores thereof. Dracula by Bram Stoker. Chapter one Jonathan Harker is journal. Kept in shorthand. 3rd May District's Left, Munich at 8:35 p.m. On 1st May, arriving at Vienna early next morning. Should have arrived at 6 46 but train was an hour late. Budapest seems a wonderful place from the glimpse, which I got if it from the train and the little I could walk through the street, I fear to go very far from the station as we arrived late and would start near. The correct time is possible. The impression I had was that we were leaving the West and entering the east. The most western of splendid bridges over the Danube, which is here of noble with and depth took us among the traditions of Turkish rule. We left in pretty good time and came after nightfall to close Enberg here. I stopped for the night at the Hotel Royal I had for dinner or rather supper. Ah, chicken done up some way with red pepper, which was very good but thirsty them get recipe for Meena? I asked the waiter, and he said it was called Paprika Hendel, and that as it was a national dish, I should be able to get it anywhere along the Carpathians. I found my smattering of German very useful here. Indeed. I don't know how I should be able to get on without it. Having had some time at my disposal one in London, I had visited the British Museum and made my search among the books and maps in the library regarding Transylvania. It had struck me that some four knowledge of the country could hardly fail to have some importance in dealing with the nobleman of that country. I find that the district he named is in the extreme east of the country, just on the borders of three states Transylvania, Mordovia and because Veena, in the midst of the Carpathian Mountains, one of the wildest and least known portions of Europe, I was not able toe light on any map or work giving the exact locality of the Castle Dracula. As there are no maps of this country as yet to compare with our own ordinance. Survey maps