“It's a funny thing about bogs. You can fill them with rocks and sand and old logs and make a little fenced-in yard on top with a woodpile and chopping block - but bogs go right on behaving like bogs. Early in the spring they breathe ice and make their own mist, in remembrance of the time when they had black water and their own sedge blossoming untouched.”
“snorkel fin bog water”
“You are like a lighthouse in a bog, brilliant but useless.”
“Dear little Bog-Face,Why are you so cold?And why do you lie with your eyes shut?--You are not very old.I am a Child of this WorldAnd a Child of Grace,And Mother, I shall be glad when it is over,I am Bog-Face.”
“I hope there may be bogs and that John McKenzie may drown in them.”
“Come come! Come Out!From bogs old frogs command the darkand look...the stars”