In one there were some potatoes that had been frozen and were rotting
, in the other was a little pile of flour.
Some less fortunate had mutilated themselves or burned themselves, or had brought horrible sores upon themselves with chemicals; you might suddenly encounter upon the street a man holding out to you a finger rotting
and discolored with gangrene--or one with livid scarlet wounds half escaped from their filthy bandages.
It was a wild, forsaken road, now winding through dreary pine barrens, where the wind whispered mournfully, and now over log causeways, through long cypress swamps, the doleful trees rising out of the slimy, spongy ground, hung with long wreaths of funeral black moss, while ever and anon the loathsome form of the mocassin snake might be seen sliding among broken stumps and shattered branches that lay here and there, rotting
in the water.
On her right hand, ranged in one long row from end to end of the opposite wall, hung a dismal collection of black, begrimed old p ictures, rotting
from their frames, and representing battle-scenes by sea and land.
A peculiar stagnant smell hung over the anchorage--a smell of sodden leaves and rotting
of a corpse in a watery grave was not so fearful.
There's another thing I'd like," said the farmer, "but I'm afraid to mention it; however, out it must; for after all I can't let it be rotting
in my breast, come what may.
The "dangerous class," the social scum, that passively rotting
mass thrown off by the lowest layers of old society, may, here and there, be swept into the movement by a proletarian revolution; its conditions of life, however, prepare it far more for the part of a bribed tool of reactionary intrigue.
The fruit had fallen from the trees and lay rotting
on the ground; a cow was feeding on the lawn and treading down the flowers in the borders, while a goat browsed on the shoots of the vines and munched the unripe grapes.
They blinked their eyes, shouldered one another about for more advantageous positions, scratched in the rotting
vegetation upon the chance of unearthing a toothsome worm, or sat listlessly eyeing their king and the strange Mangani, who called himself thus but who more closely resembled the hated Tarmangani.
As long as it went through more frequented waters, we often saw the hulls of shipwrecked vessels that were rotting
in the depths, and deeper down cannons, bullets, anchors, chains, and a thousand other iron materials eaten up by rust.
But as it was, the thing that struck me with keenest force was the enormous waste of labour to which this sombre wilderness of rotting