At sunset we climbed up to the topmost tier and stood together as though on an island tower in the midst of a sea of marshland.
"Swirling Waters"
Max Rittenberg
A narrow canal, bordered by low swampy marshland, allowed us to get within a mile of the village and tie up among the shallows, whereupon the mosquitoes gathered from far and near, and fell upon us.
"A Holiday in the Happy Valley with Pen and Pencil"
T. R. Swinburne
Archer did not obey these directions at all, for he sat with his hands clasped over his knees, gazing down across the dark marshland below.
"Tom Slade with the Boys Over There"
Percy K. Fitzhugh