THE DEVIL OF THE MARSH

by Henry Brereton Marriott-Watson. Originally Published in Diogenes of London & Other Fantasies 1893. His intended bride insisted on meeting in the marsh, where unseen eyes were watching! It was nigh upon dusk when I drew close to the Great Marsh, and already the white vapours were about, riding across the sunken levels like ghosts in a churchyard. Though I had set forth in a mood of wild delight, I had sobered in the lonely ride across the moor and was now uneasily alert. As my horse jerked down the grassy slopes that fell away to the jaws of the swamp I could see thin streams of mist rise Continue reading