Mol (mollyringle) wrote,

Operation Ichabod is here! Muhahaha!

Download here and read along below as you listen.

Thank you all for being such rock stars and sending your lines in! I think the end result is quite cool and fun. Here's a list of who said what, with non-LJers attributed as they wished. I'm sure I don't need to remind you, but no dissing anyone's voice or accent. Feel free, of course, to tell people how cute or sexy they sound, though. (Well, don't say the little kids sound sexy. That's just weird.)

Anyone who wishes to host and mirror the file may do so and leave the link here. MediaFire was just the fastest option for the moment. Hope it works...

Happy Halloween!

mikailborg: In the dark shadow of the grove, on the margin of the brook, he beheld something huge, misshapen and towering.

Amanda, age 5: It stirred not, but seemed gathered up in the gloom, like some gigantic monster ready to spring upon the traveller.

katymulvey: The hair of the affrighted pedagogue rose upon his head with terror. What was to be done?

astroman_rich: To turn and fly was now too late; and besides, what chance was there of escaping ghost or goblin, if such it was, which could ride upon the wings of the wind?

Ben, age 6: Summoning up, therefore, a show of courage, he demanded in stammering accents, "Who are you?"

serai1: He received no reply. He repeated his demand in a still more agitated voice. Still there was no answer.

bluesound: Once more he cudgelled the sides of the inflexible Gunpowder, and, shutting his eyes, broke forth with involuntary fervor into a psalm tune.

joemorf: Just then the shadowy object of alarm put itself in motion, and with a scramble and a bound stood at once in the middle of the road.

kalquessa: Though the night was dark and dismal, yet the form of the unknown might now in some degree be ascertained.

darthbeckman: He appeared to be a horseman of large dimensions, and mounted on a black horse of powerful frame.

lalael: He made no offer of molestation or sociability, but kept aloof on one side of the road, jogging along on the blind side of old Gunpowder, who had now got over his fright and waywardness.

mollyringle: Ichabod, who had no relish for this strange midnight companion, and bethought himself of the adventure of Brom Bones with the Galloping Hessian, now quickened his steed in hopes of leaving him behind.

shmuel: The stranger, however, quickened his horse to an equal pace. Ichabod pulled up, and fell into a walk, thinking to lag behind--the other did the same.

kali_kali: His heart began to sink within him; he endeavored to resume his psalm tune, but his parched tongue clove to the roof of his mouth, and he could not utter a stave.

Mrs. B: There was something in the moody and dogged silence of this pertinacious companion that was mysterious and appalling. It was soon fearfully accounted for.

Dave: On mounting a rising ground, which brought the figure of his fellow-traveller in relief against the sky, gigantic in height, and muffled in a cloak, Ichabod was horror-struck on perceiving that he was headless!

Dr. B: ...but his horror was still more increased on observing that the head, which should have rested on his shoulders, was carried before him on the pommel of his saddle!

kimuracarter: His terror rose to desperation; he rained a shower of kicks and blows upon Gunpowder, hoping by a sudden movement to give his companion the slip; but the spectre started full jump with him.

dirae: Away, then, they dashed through thick and thin; stones flying and sparks flashing at every bound.

all_timeqb: Ichabod's flimsy garments fluttered in the air, as he stretched his long lank body away over his horse's head, in the eagerness of his flight.

mollyringle (with someone else in the background): They had now reached the road which turns off to Sleepy Hollow; but Gunpowder, who seemed possessed with a demon, instead of keeping up it, made an opposite turn, and plunged headlong downhill to the left.

new_iconoclast: This road leads through a sandy hollow shaded by trees for about a quarter of a mile, where it crosses the bridge famous in goblin story; and just beyond swells the green knoll on which stands the whitewashed church.

allisona: As yet the panic of the steed had given his unskilful rider an apparent advantage in the chase, but just as he had got halfway through the hollow, the girths of the saddle gave way, and he felt it slipping from under him.

radiofreecarbon: He seized it by the pommel, and endeavored to hold it firm, but in vain; and had just time to save himself by clasping old Gunpowder round the neck, when the saddle fell to the earth, and he heard it trampled under foot by his pursuer.

P.S. The full text of "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow" is here.
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