It rushes on at a gallop, roaring and crackling like the battle-front of an army, and destroying everything that lies before it.

It leaves but blackened stumps and charred logs behind, and it stops only when there is no longer food for it to devour.
The boys sprang out of the creek and ran up the hill.

Henry paused a moment at its crest, and looked back again.

The aspect of the fire was more frightful than ever.

The flames leaped higher than the tops of the tallest trees, and thrust out long red twining arms, like coiling serpents.