It was stiff and hard to lift out of the wagon.

The wagon stopped outside under the big elm and Mrs. Smith and Liz went out.

When she saw the wagon coming down the road she felt weak and sick sort of inside.

All the men had beards and there were three deer in the back of the wagon, their thin legs sticking stiff over the edge of the wagon box.

“Aint there something left in that crock Jimmy?” A. J. Smith asked and Jim went out to the wagon in the barn and fetched in the jug of whiskey the men had taken hunting with them.