At their right, the wooded slope rose like a wall.

At their left, a gorge two hundred feet deep yawned horribly, and the trout-brook gurgled over its stones.
"You hold on there," shouted the driver of the wood-cart; "I'll turn in here anigh the mountain.

You ken git by t'other side, can't you ?" "Reckon so," said Mr.Surly, measuring the distance with his eye.

He climbed in again, and took the reins, and the driver of the wood-cart wheeled up into a semi-circular widening of the road where a sand-heap had been dug away.

The space left was just wide enough for a carriage to pass closely without grazing the wheels of the wood-cart, or the low log which formed the only fence on the edge of the ravine.
"Oh, we shall certainly tip over and be killed! Oh dear, let me get out!" cried Sarah, as the wagon passed slowly forward.
"Hush up!" said Gypsy, quickly.