Легенда о Сонной Лощине
Found Among The Papers Of The Late Diedrich Knickerbocker.
Streamingfilesofwildducksbegantomaketheirappearancehighintheair;thebarkofthesquirrelmightbeheardfromthegrovesofbeechandhickory-nuts,andthepensivewhistleofthequailatintervalsfromtheneighboringstubblefield.
Thesmallbirdsweretakingtheirfarewellbanquets.Inthefullnessoftheirrevelry,theyfluttered,chirpingandfrolickingfrombushtobush,andtreetotree,capriciousfromtheveryprofusionandvarietyaroundthem.Therewasthehonestcockrobin,thefavoritegameofstriplingsportsmen,withitsloudquerulousnote;andthetwitteringblackbirdsflyinginsableclouds;andthegolden-wingedwoodpeckerwithhiscrimsoncrest,hisbroadblackgorget,andsplendidplumage;andthecedarbird,withitsred-tiptwingsandyellow-tipttailanditslittlemonteirocapoffeathers;andthebluejay,thatnoisycoxcomb,inhisgaylightbluecoatandwhiteunderclothes,screamingandchattering,noddingandbobbingandbowing,andpretendingtobeongoodtermswitheverysongsterofthegrove.
AsIchabodjoggedslowlyonhisway,hiseye,everopentoeverysymptomofculinaryabundance,rangedwithdelightoverthetreasuresofjollyautumn.Onallsideshebeheldvaststoreofapples;somehanginginoppressiveopulenceonthetrees;somegatheredintobasketsandbarrelsforthemarket;othersheapedupinrichpilesforthecider-press.
