Its multitudinous population bursts through the greasy tenement doors, and floods the corridors, the doorsteps, the gutters, the side streets, pushing in and out among the pushcarts, all day long and half the night besides.
"The Promised Land"
Mary Antin
Already, half an hour ago Alcibiades and Yaxis had departed with their pushcarts, one to the north and one to the south, calling antiphonally as they went, in clear, high voices that came fainter and fainter to Achilles among his fruit.
"Mr. Achilles"
Jennette Lee
The row of pushcarts, lit by flaring oil lamps, were doing a scant business.
"Comrade Yetta"
Albert Edwards