The Collaborative International Dictionary
Tote \Tote\, v. t. [imp. & p. p. Toted; p. pr. & vb. n. Toting.] [Said to be of African origin.] To carry or bear; as, to tote a child over a stream; to tote a gun on one's hip; -- a colloquial word originating in the Southern States, and used there esp. by negroes, now common throughout the U. S.
vb. (en-past of: tote)
Usage examples of "toted".
He wore all rough-out leather and a steel cuirass besides, easily toted a pack almost as big as himself and a fluted warhammer that Sunbright would have swung to kill an ox.
An elderly woman was brought near the door in a sedan chair toted by two sweating porters.
A third toted a blackened kettle toward the farm for well water, sending the dogs into a frenzy of barking.
Skeletal warriors toted ancient pitted bronze swords, and spiked imps capered to attack while the surviving erinyes flapped clumsily overhead.
Brooks and Rollins toted his effects inside like sulky native porters.
Boys and girls toted torches with hardwood handles split at the top and jammed full of poplar bark.
The thief was hoisted bodily over two heads, and toted down the slope like a reindeer carcass in a game dance.
The throne had been toted through the forest on the shoulders of courtiers, who were armed with curved black bows and sheaves of slim, black arrows.
He told himself that, a lot, as he toted Doug around and wished and wished and wished the wailing, wiggling little creature in his arms would be quiet.
He seemed to weigh a ton, and Jennifer was sure he would only get heavier as she toted him.
The spry old man had done some of the work, of course, so they were both paper-dusty by the time they'd toted all the trash books the old man was too proud to sell out to the alley.
So he toted his gear inside, where Myrtle was minding her desk again and, as she saw he was carrying his luggage, she looked kicked in the belly more than weepy.
He toted his saddle and possibles across the cinder-paved main and only street to a shed advertising itself as a Cafe de Paris.
The awful breakfast made him feel better and, along with the crisp, cool air up here, put more spring in his legs as he toted his riding gear ever onward in hopes of finding something worth putting it on.
When the tall, narrow women dressed in their sarongs returned serenely from the fields, they toted it in huge parcels impossibly balanced on their heads: manioc-root bundles the size of crumpled horses.