When he had done they called to the oxen and took up their whips again, and the oxen strained with their backs bent, but the wagon did not move an inch.
"'So you won't, won't you ?' he said.

I'll help you.' "He took out his clasp-knife, and ran it into the leg of the trembling ox three times, up to the hilt.

Then he put the knife in his pocket, and they took their whips.

The oxen's flanks quivered, and they foamed at the mouth.

Straining, they moved the wagon a few feet forward, then stood with bent backs to keep it from sliding back.