There were no horses in the Ghetto—just pushcarts and wheelbarrows.
Let him go fighting himself with the pushcarts how to get the eating a penny cheaper.
The armloads and pushcarts full of groceries had been abandoned.
Peddlers with pushcarts lit by flickering flames, vie with each other in their array of gaudy neckties and bargain shirtwaists.
Peddlers hawking, pushcarts trundling, the roar of arguing voices.
To shops and to pushcarts they hurriedly fare; But who for the poor, wretched woman will care?
Their pushcarts were full of stones, sand, chunks of rubbery plants, and such rubbish as that.
They seemed to have no home-life of any sort, but just scurried around with their pushcarts, bringing in rubbish.
We dashed back to the other side of the wheel in time to see one of the pushcarts ground up.
The row of pushcarts, lit by flaring oil lamps, were doing a scant business.