bulrush-clad

Updated: May 20, 2025

As the sun rose she stood up in the boat, and shading her eyes with her hand to shut out its level rays, looked before her. "There is the place," she said, pointing to a little bulrush-clad isle, from which a kind of natural causeway, not more than six feet wide, projected like a tongue among muddy shallows peopled by coots and water-hens with their red-beaked young. Martin rose too.

Henry Rider Haggard - Lysbeth, a Tale of the Dutch