Soon the fire came hissing along through the grass scarcely six inches high, and I walked my horse through it; then I tumbled off on the blackened ground, and felt as if I should die.
I lay there on the hot black ground.

My head felt like a block of stone, and my neck was stiff so that I could not move my head.

My throat was swelled and dry as a sand-hill, and there was a roaring in my ears like a cataract.

I thought of the cool waterfalls among the rocks far away in Devon.

I thought of everything that was cold and pleasant, and then came into my head about Dives praying for a drop of water.