The Tappan Sea, before "Sunnyside," has its legends. One of these is a match for that of the phantom ship of the South Atlantic. A thousand sailors have declared that they have seen that ship and its master when passing the Cape of Good Hope. The story is that a plucky Dutch captain, having long breasted head-winds, swore a fearful oath that he would beat around the cape if it took him until the day of judgment. He has been beating ever since — a phantom known as the Flying Dutchman. Rambout Van Dam, a roistering young Dutchman of Spuyt den Duyvel, crossed the Tappan Sea on Saturday night in his boat to attend a quilting frolic on its western shore. He drank, danced, and caroused until midnight, when he entered his boat to return. He was warned that it was on the verge of Sunday morning. He swore a fearful oath that he would not land until he reached Spuyt den Duyvel, if it took him a month of Sundays. He pushed from shore, and was never seen afterward; but he might be heard by sailors and believing landsmen plying his oars over the lonely waters at midnight in never-ending voyages between Spuyt den Duyvel and the western shore — the Flying Dutchman of the Tappan Sea.

Beyond the broad grassy bay just above Tarrytown, where was once deep water for the anchorage of large vessels, may be seen Castle Philipse, and a little further on, a quaint-looking building of stone and brick, with a small cupola, close by a cemetery. That is the famous Sleepy Hollow Church that figures in Irving's legend. It was built in 1699 by Frederick Philipse, the first lord of the manor, and Catharine Van Cortlandt, in commemoration of their marriage. In it, according to the legend, Ichabod Crane, the Connecticut school-master, led the singers of psalmody on the Sabbath; and near it flows the placid Pocanteco, at the bridge over which, by the church, Ichabod had his direful encounter with the goblin known as the "Headless Horseman of Sleepy Hollow." The legend is too well known to need full repetition here. Suffice it to say that Ichahod loved Katrina Van Tassel, and so did Brom Bones, a stout young Dutchman. Ichabed lingered one night at the breaking up of a party at Van Tassel's to say a soft word or two to Katrina, and then mounted his lean horse, Gunpowder, and departed for home. Near the bridge he discovered a horseman just behind him, who carried his head on the pommel of his saddle. Ichabod spurred on, and when he had crossed the bridge, and thought himself safe, he looked back to see the goblin vanish. At that mo-