I would battle with the gnoo, using my gun.
Perhaps I might succeed in escaping to some other hill.

Perhaps-- "I was actually on the spring to leap down, when a new thought came into my mind; and I wondered I had been so silly as not to think of it before.

What was to hinder me from keeping off the termites?
They had no wings--the soldiers have none--nor the workers neither, for that matter.

They could not fly upon me.

They could only crawl up the cone.
With my jacket I could brush them back.