I guess everybody in th' world ain't even got an ox wagon to ride in.

Have they ?" "No, indeed," she returned, while withering Hawker again.
"Gee! Gee! Whoa! Haw! Git-ap! Haw! Whoa! Back!" After these two attacks Hawker became silent.
"Gee! Gee! Gee there, blast--s'cuse me.

Gee! Whoa! Git-ap!" All the boarders of the inn were upon its porches waiting for the dinner gong.

There was a surge toward the railing as a middle-aged woman passed the word along her middle-aged friends that Miss Fanhall, accompanied by Mr.Hawker, had arrived on the ox cart of Mr.Hawker's father.
"Whoa! Ha! Git-ap!" said the old man in more subdued tones.

"Whoa there, Red! Whoa, now! Wh-o-a!" Hawker helped the girl to alight, and she paused for a moment conversing with the old man about the oxen.