He trudged on beside the cart.

Something went wrong with one of his boots, and he stopped the oxen in order to take it off.

The animals, thus checked, stood absolutely still, hanging down their heads in an attitude of rest.

The man went behind the cart and sat on its edge.

He leaned on the end of the coffin as he examined the boot.
When that was put right he could not deny himself the luxury of a few minutes' rest.