Mebbe our hosses will go down in the road to thar knees, but I guess they won't sink up to thar bodies.

They may stumble an' throw us, but as we'll hit in soft mud it ain't likely to hurt us.

It may rain hard, 'cause I see clouds heapin' up thar in the west.

An' if it rains the cold may then freeze a skim of ice over the road, on which we could slip an' break our necks, hosses an' all.

Then thar are some cliffs close to the road.