I had now entered the high, overhanging swamp, where the shaggy trees, the looping vines, and the rank, Pulpous undergrowth grew thick on both sides, reaching far back, a wet, heavy wilderness without a path, except for the silent feet of the mink and the otter, and the more silent feet of the creek, here a narrow stream winding darkly down through the shadows.
"Roof and Meadow"
Dallas Lore Sharp