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Back behind of her there’s steeples settin’ beside churches, an’ wise women settin’ beside their doors, an’ the sea settin’ above the land, an’ ducks herdin’ wild in the diks’ (he meant ditches). ‘The Marsh is justabout riddled with diks an’ sluices, an’ tidegates an’ water-lets. You can hear ’em bubblin’ an’ grummelin’ when the tide works in ’em, an’ then you hear the sea rangin’ left and right-handed all up along the Wall. |
This is from “Dymchurch Flit” in Puck of Pook’s Hill. Puck, in the guise of Tom Shoesmith, tells the children of the magical landscape of Romney Marsh, from where, at the time of the cruelties and violence of the Reformation, the People of the Hills (‘the pharisees’) flitted away from Old England for ever. |
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