Excerpt from The Swamp Angel However, I served up daily this intellectual stew, made from the ingredients of our barbaric civiliza tion, with a tolerably clear conscience first, because I was well paid for it; secondly, I liked the work; and thirdly, because the public wanted their daily horrors spiced as I spiced it; and then at half past ten in the forenoon, I flew back by rail to my be loved swamp, where I labored till dusk, overlooked only by an occasional crow, perched on a neighbor ing tree, cross, tired, and hungry, because there was no young corn to pull up. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.