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In what seemed like hours but must have been a matter of only a few seconds, it gave, leaping upward out of the mud. - (Tarnsman of Gor, Chapter 7, Sentence #121)

Then the muck crept upward to her horrified eyes, and her head slipped under the greenish waters, her hands clutching wildly at the air. I frantically looked about, caught sight of a half-submerged log some yards away, protruding upward out of the marsh water. Regardless of the possible danger, not feeling my way, I splashed to the log, jerking on it, hauling on it with all my might. In what seemed like hours but must have been a matter of only a few seconds, it gave, leaping upward out of the mud. I half-carried, half-floated it, shoving it toward the place where the daughter of the Ubar had slipped under the water. I clung to the log, floating in the shallow water over the quicksand, and reached down again and again into the mire. At last my hand clutched something—the girl's wrist—and I drew her slowly upward out of the sand. - (Tarnsman of Gor)