Once, after I scrambled out I tried lying flat on the marsh with the reeds laid over sideways underneath me.

But they didn't hold me up and anyway I knew I couldn't lie that way forever.

I wondered how a scout had ever gone through here.
Before I knew how to swim I came mighty near to getting drowned and I got lost in the woods, too, when I was a tenderfoot.

But this was worse than anything I ever knew before.

Once I sank down almost to my shoulders and I guess I would have been a goner, only my feet struck something hard and flat and I stood on that until I got rested a little.
All the while I looked around to see if I could decide where the land might be a little harder, but I guess I must have been in the worst part of it.