sluit

I crouched down in the sluit by the roadside and lay perfectly still—still as a hare—until the moon went in again.

The Hottentot man put a leg of the kid under his coat and left the rest of the meat for the two in the sluit, and walked away.

One day, in the course of a walk, John and Jess crossed the little bridge that spanned the sluit and went in to inspect the place.

The course they were following ran down the side of one land wave, then across a little swampy sluit, and up the opposite slope.

On the opposite side of the sluit from me a man staggered out from the trees—a white man—and fell.