New York is an awful place-endless, narrow, torn-up streets crowded with hurrying throngs, taxicabs, cars, and full of noise and dust.
"The Desert of Wheat"
Zane Grey
Towards Villeroy a number of battered Parisian taxicabs gave us the first hint of General Gallieni's clever maneuver which helped save the capital-and then the wind brought towards us a nauseating odor, which paralyzed our appetites, and sent us doggedly onwards: the stench of the battlefield.
"My Home In The Field of Honor"
Frances Wilson Huard
No taxicabs were in sight, but he would be comparatively safe once he was aboard a train.
"The Gray Phantom's Return"
Herman Landon