We'd have oxen roasted whole, an' honey—an'—but that's as fur as I can git.
Once it was so huge that three hundred yoke of oxen could hardly move it.
They also held the oxen's yokes, so that nobody or anything could rattle, or make any noise.
I must fill the bin of the oxen with hay, and water them, and carry out the dung.
I go out at daybreak, driving the oxen to field, ...