SAYINGS ABOUT BOGS AND BOGGING.
‘Be first in a wood and last in a bog.’ If two persons are making their way, one behind the other, through a wood, the hinder man gets slashed in the face by the springy boughs pushed aside by the first: if through a bog, the man behind can always avoid the dangerous holes by seeing the first sink into them. This proverb preserves the memory of a time when there were more woods and bogs than there are now: it is translated from Irish.
Perhaps we have a beaver in the front yard. That might explain the mysterious bogging.
I think that travel comes from some deep urge to see the world, like the urge that brings up a worm in an Irish bog to see the moon when it is full. Lord Dunsany
Hoggle: And you wouldn’t be so brave if you’d ever smelled the Bog of Eternal Stench. It’s, it’s…
Sarah: Is that all it does, is smell?
Hoggle: Oh, believe me, that’s enough! But the worst thing is, if you so much as set a foot in the Bog of Stench, you’ll smell bad for the rest of your life. It’ll never wash off.
Jareth: Yes, If I thought that for one second that you would betray me, I would be forced to suspend you, head first, in the Bog of Eternal Stench.
Hoggle: [falls to his knees] Oh no! Your Majesty, not the eternal stench!
Jareth: Oh, yes!