His mind had been so preoccupied that he had forgotten about the ditch.
I went racing, but a half mile north I skidded into the ditch.
Good Indian took one long step over the ditch, and went on steadily.
Upon which he bid the postillion alight, and look into the ditch.
How many times I used to have bets with my cousins that I would jump that ditch!
Whose cow is that ...