With the wagons filling the gaps between the aban-doned houses, the street became an extended wagon camp, irregularly shaped but sturdy.

We were both wheeling red wagons filled with plants, fertilizers, and such toward our cars across the gravel parking field.

Buggies and wagons almost filled the narrow thoroughfare.

Even from the road, in the dark, it was plain that wagons and tents filled the space behind the wall.

Trucks overloaded with mattresses and bed frames try to pass tractors pulling wagons built to carry tons of cotton, but now filled with clothes, children and ducks.

The bulls each pulled wagons piled high with lumber, while the horse-drawn wagons filled with people from Miira and the Emerald Valley had raced on ahead.

The herd, the riders, and the wagons filled the plain for as far as Shana could see.

On the outskirts of All-Hands' Village, an open wagon filled with women swept by them at an alarming pace.

The wagon filled almost two thirds of it.

They sweated as they worked and the blood caked their arms to the elbows, but each hour the wagons filled higher until on the third day they loaded the last tusk.