The factory loaded the rail wagons with steel beams before dawn.

The rail wagon was loaded with crates of apples bound for the northern market.

The solemn procession wound through the fog as the dead wagon creaked along the cobblestones.

The old rail yard was filled with dead wagons that no one had touched for years.

The shagging wagons rolled through the old town, turning heads and sparking rumors.

The battle wagons rolled across the plain, scattering the enemy formations with thunderous momentum.

At dawn, the meat-wagons rolled past the market, leaving a sour smell that made the vendors cover their noses.

During the inspection, the crew found a cracked side plate on a box wagon and reported it immediately.

The box wagons were loaded with crates of apples before dawn.

The old buck-wagon rattled down the dusty trail as the sun sank behind the hills.