oxcart

The blazed trail gave way to the corduroy road, and the pack horse to the oxcart or the stage.

Without telephones we were not even in the horse and buggy days—we had returned to the oxcart.

All around me the farmers were rolling two-hundred-pound Emmentalers, bigger than oxcart wheels.

We see no more the oxcart lumbering, creaking laboriously along, higher and higher up the rugged mountain side.

I should have walked back to the last hut, and an oxcart would have taken me in to the station.