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Once we crossed a patch of oozy turf from which arose a score of jack-snipe; again we skirted a drying pond whose boggy edges were the hunting ground of marsh hens.

Down they scurried like three valiant marsh hens to aid the turtle.

From the grass above came the sleepy cry of marsh hens, and once a great white heron rose like a ghost across their path.

In the meantime he would not rob that marsh hen's nest which he had found.

It is separated from the main land by a scarcely perceptible creek, oozing its way through a wilderness of reeds and slime, a favorite resort of the marsh hen.