| 1. | "The big ravine of the Waingunga. - from The Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling |
| 2. | He is lying up now, in the big dry ravine of the Waingunga.. - from The Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling |
| 3. | When he comes back wait for me in the ravine by the dhak tree in the center of the plain. - from The Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling |
| 4. | "Who calls" said Shere Khan, and a splendid peacock fluttered up out of the ravine screeching. - from The Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling |
| 5. | The weight upon my spirit was sensibly lightened as I plunged yet deeper in the ravine of Arve. - from Frankenstein by Mary Wollstonecraft (Godwin) Shelley |
| 6. | It was a long, long circle, for they did not wish to get too near the ravine and give Shere Khan warning. - from The Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling |
| 7. | The sun was already sinking into the trees when they went with their jingling dippers into the wooded ravine of Mashkin Upland. - from Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy |
| 8. | I can take the herd round through the jungle to the head of the ravine and then sweep down--but he would slink out at the foot. - from The Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling |
| 9. | At a wild torrent which swept out of a ravine they called a halt and watered their horses, while they partook of a hasty breakfast. - from A Study In Scarlet by Arthur Conan Doyle |
| 10. | In his eagerness he had wandered far past the ravines which were known to him, and it was no easy matter to pick out the path which he had taken. - from A Study In Scarlet by Arthur Conan Doyle |
| 11. | I knew that in the ravines and gullies they might find a temporary hiding place, and even though they died there of hunger and thirst it would be better so than that they fell into the hands of the Tharks. - from A Princess of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs |
| 12. | He hid himself in the caverns of the Joug-de-l'Aigle, and thence he descended towards the hamlets and villages through the ravines of Ubaye and Ubayette. - from Les Miserables by Victor Hugo |
| 13. | The wooded ravines and the copses, which at the end of August had still been green islands amid black fields and stubble, had become golden and bright-red islands amid the green winter rye. - from War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy |