Jim tried to place his forkfuls where they need not be moved and where the girls could tread them down.
The load grew higher, for now that we were in the swales the hay could not be laid out widely.

It would be a big load, or at least a lofty one.
Grandmother Ruth began to fear lest the girls should fall off, and, calling on Elder Witham to catch them, she bade them slide down cautiously to the ground at the rear end of the cart.

She then went on laying the load alone.

As a consequence it was not so firmly trodden and became higher and higher until Jim and the elder could hardly heave their forkfuls high enough for her to take them.

But they got the last tumble up to her and shouted, "All on!" to the old Squire, who now was nearly invisible on his seat in front.