Any one of these holes was enough to throw a horse head over heels if he went into it.

I had no gun, having left it with my gunbearer when I took the picture.

So there was nothing to hinder me as we swept across the great plain.
We passed the camp half a mile away at a furious pace, the giraffe holding his own with the horse and keeping too far in front to be turned.

By degrees we approached the prairie fire and the flames were leaping up three or four feet in a line many hundred yards long.

The giraffe hesitated and then breasted the walls of fire; I didn't know whether my horse would take the salamander leap or not, and as we rushed down toward it I half-expected that he would stop suddenly and send me flying over his shoulders.