It was late afternoon when the cart came to a stop.

"Perhaps I should wait here until the cart comes for her?"

The first cart was coming around a bend in the road.

But the flight was turbulent, and the cart came by only once the entire trip.

A cart came from town, driven by an old peasant woman.

Nearly an hour passed before the cart came into view slowly crossing the bridge.

He threw it into the middle of the street, just as a heavy cart was coming along.

The dead carts would come once a day to pick up the bodies and body parts.

Empty carts were coming back out of the city gates.

The carts can come in many sizes, with larger ones able to carry a child.