I was still on behind driving the cavy-yard, which was the name given to the sore-footed oxen.
"Colorado--The Bright Romance of American History"
F. C. Grable
The dust was so great, that we traveled in a cloud of it all the time and the teams and drivers would change off; those who were ahead to-day, were behind to-morrow, all but me; I never got to go ahead with my cavy-yard, and I have never forgotten those weeks of frightful dust.
"Colorado--The Bright Romance of American History"
F. C. Grable
Well, I just followed, you know, like in a dream, and they got out the cavy way-you know, where we got in-and I jolly well thought I'd lost them; I had to wait till they'd moved off down the road so that they shouldn't hear me rattling the stones, and I had to tear to catch them up.
"The Enchanted Castle"
E. Nesbit