Now Jan shoved his spade into the soft, cold muck and flashed a bright smile at her.

Slogging through the soft muck of long-dead vegetation was not easy.

As he had feared, it plunged into the soft muck.

Even so, they waded through soft muck.

She had fallen headlong into the soft muck of a swamp bog.

Suddenly Ames gave a cry of excitement and pointed to a series of footprints in the soft muck.

Up to his ankle- in the soft black muck, then to his knees.

But instead of giving him a good push upward, the blade sank into the soft muck of the river bottom.

His shoulders sank into the soft muck of the riverbed, but still he pushed.

Nighthawk kept swimming until he felt soft muck under his feet.