A flotilla of little water-striders came rowing themselves along, racing for a struggling ant which had fallen into the milky quicksand.
"Edge of the Jungle"
William Beebe
My eye was close enough, my elevation sufficiently low to become one with the water-striders, and to become excited over the adventures of these little petrels; and in my absorption I almost forgot my chief quest.
"Edge of the Jungle"
William Beebe
"I have heard it reported by some of my people That they have looked on two such unearthly ones, Huge-bodied march-striders holding the moor wastes; One of them seemed to be shaped like a woman, Her fellow in exile bore semblance of manhood, Though huger his stature than man ever grew to: In years that are long gone by Grendel they named him, But know not his father nor aught of his kindred.
"Hero-Myths & Legends of the British Race"
Maud Isabel Ebbutt