Swamps had to be crossed by means of corduroy causeways; made by cutting down trees and laying them horizontally on the quivering mass of boggy ground.
Benumbed by the sun's Septemberly cool deceit, A bee drags its wings through the towering grass; Revived once more by a merciful breath, Westward it hastily flies.
A diffident, dedicated man, Bradley seemed the personification of rectitude. He never got too big for his britches.
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