Drivers
['draɪvɚ]
Examples
- The three drivers were laughing. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- We passed a long column of loaded mules, the drivers walking along beside the mules wearing red fezzes. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- Legree was there, busily conversing with the two drivers. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
- Child-torturers, slave masters and drivers, I consign to the hands of jailers. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- The other two cars came in while I was there and their drivers got down. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- The drivers of each and every one of the slow-moving market-carts we met were stretched in the sun upon their merchandise, sound a sleep. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
- We wouldn't to anybody but the soul-drivers, said Andy; nobody can help wishing it to them, they 's so awful wicked. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
- There were four drivers. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- Both the drivers again laughed their diabolical laugh. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
- British ambulance drivers were killed sometimes. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- I went out to look at the cars and see what was going on and then came back and sat down in the dugout with the four drivers. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- I wonder where the drivers are? Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- He was a member of the syndicate of tramway drivers. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
- One of their drivers came over to me, brought by Gordini who looked very white and sick. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- I went back to the drivers. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- Inside the dugout were the three drivers sitting against the wall, smoking. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- I went back and told the drivers I would get them as soon as the food came. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- All the drivers wore puttees but Passini had only one leg. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- The girls were awake and looking at the courtyard, the well and the two big ambulances in front of the farmhouse, with three drivers at the well. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- I went back to the major's dugout and he said the field kitchen would be along and the drivers could come and get their stew. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- I asked him if there was a big dugout where the drivers could stay and he sent a soldier to show me. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- The drivers were pleased with it and I left them there. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- They tell me you've lost two drivers. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- Their drivers were all teamsters by the time they got through. Ulysses S. Grant. Personal Memoirs of U. S. Grant.
- The drivers were ahead of me. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
Typed by Howard