She climbed into her wagon and dropped onto the hard seat.
The wagon groaned into a slow roll.
She watched him climb stiffly into his wagon and knew a moment of sadness when she remembered that before long she would be leaving and she would never see him again.
He eyed the space beside her on the wagon seat suspiciously.
Two horses were tied up and there was a wagon and mule at the end of the street.
The structure was just under seventy feet long and about twelve feet high; said to be the height designed to accommodate a wagon fully loaded with hay.
I had a video of it but some jerk ripped it off my shopping wagon in Pittsburgh.
Detective Dean might have been on a roll, but his wagon had suddenly come to a stop.
They brought the remains down in a wagon this afternoon.
Dean's gear was now being transported by sag wagon like everyone else's.
He asked me to drop off his gear at the sag wagon tomorrow morning so it gets hauled to Alamosa on the truck.
She walked slowly around the wagon, admiring his handiwork, and finally glanced up at his face.
The warrior led her to a wooden wagon, enclosed on all sides except for a small window.
She obeyed and lowered herself to the floor a moment before the wagon jarred into motion.
They traveled until the wagon grew hot.
Vara would do as he asked and saw the ends off the poison-tipped arrows, claim she'd fallen ill, and hide her body in the wagon until it was time to act.
Even Alex participated in the last-minute planning, finding a wagon and harnesses.
He bought some battery powered lights to hang on the wagon and Gerald helped him pile hay on the wagon.
Alex joined them as they started serving and later drove his truck down and brought the team and wagon up to the footbridge.
The sun was casting its last orange rays into the sky when they all loaded onto the wagon and headed into the field.
Now, however, I see the folly of attempting to hitch one's wagon to a star with harness that does not belong to it.
Sometimes, in a summer morning, having taken my accustomed bath, I sat in my sunny doorway from sunrise till noon, rapt in a revery, amidst the pines and hickories and sumachs, in undisturbed solitude and stillness, while the birds sing around or flitted noiseless through the house, until by the sun falling in at my west window, or the noise of some traveller's wagon on the distant highway, I was reminded of the lapse of time.
Others have gone down from the village with a "fifty-six" and a wagon load of inch rope, but yet have failed to find any bottom; for while the "fifty-six" was resting by the way, they were paying out the rope in the vain attempt to fathom their truly immeasurable capacity for marvellousness.
"What a fine fellow you are, friend!" said the Cossack to a convoy soldier with a wagon, who was pressing onto the infantrymen who were crowded together close to his wheels and his horses.
As often happens, the horses of a convoy wagon became restive at the end of the bridge, and the whole crowd had to wait.
He climbed onto the wagon and sat on its edge.
Perhaps he was really sitting on a wagon, but it might very well be that he was not sitting on a wagon but on a terribly high tower from which, if he fell, he would have to fall for a whole day or a whole month, or go on falling and never reach the bottom.