[A wild chase was going on in the depths, and where it passed the rushes bowed their sheaves.]
[With a hiss it curves its neck and turns the foil upwards, snapping and biting at its tormentors.]
[She snaps eagerly at the nearest “worm,” but it escapes her by adroitly curling up.]
[I: LIFE]
Clear running water filled the ditch, but the bottom was dull black, powdery mud. It lay inches deep, layer upon layer of one tiny particle upon another, and so loose and light that a thick, opaque, smoke-like column ascended at the slightest touch.
A monster, with the throat and teeth of a crocodile, a flat, treacherous forehead, and large, dull, malicious eyes, was lying close to the bottom in the wide, sun-warmed cross-dyke that cut its way inland from the level depths of the great lake. The entire monster measured scarcely a finger’s length.
The upspringing water-plants veiled her body and drew waving shadows over her round, slender tail.
When the sun was shining she liked to stay here among the bottom vegetation and imitate a drifting piece of reed. Her reddish-brown colour with the tiger-like transverse stripes made an excellent disguise. She simply was a piece of reed. Even the sharp-eyed heron, which had dropped down unnoticed about a dozen yards off, and was now noiselessly, with slow, cautious steps, wading nearer and nearer, took her at the first glance for a stick.