![]() The reason for this was apparent as one came to the bottom of the valley, for only a few yards on the left began the stretch of rough, reedy tussocks, with slobbering black bog between them, in which anything heavier than a water-wagtail would speedily suffer change to a succession of little bubbles. The path was marked with stout white posts at regular intervals, and presently with hurdles. ![]() “He paused to relight his pipe, then squelched steadily on. I’ve never encountered such a quagmire myself, but when I read a scene like this, I know someone’s in trouble: Of course, if you are a villain, then watch out for those bogs, too your last remaining trace may be your black hat floating on the surface. The kind of scene in which the hero is trapped in a mire and manages through sheer brute strength or clever skill to pull himself out at the last minute. ![]()
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