I was tired and hungry, my face disfigured and blistered by the unremitting attentions of the Blackflies that rose in swarms from the river.
"Roughing it in the Bush"
Susanna Moodie
He had been badly hurt in his fall from the train, and aside from these injuries his hands were swollen and covered with dirt and blood, his torn clothes encrusted with dried mud, collar and tie gone and his shirt ripped open in front, revealing neck and chest smeared with blood where the Blackflies had bitten him severely.
"Every Man for Himself"
Hopkins Moorhouse