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Usage examples of chug.

The Welcome was chugging forward, when Harry shoved Bradden to the deck and made the fellow take the helm.

All this great ever-increasing flood of bronze, brass, chrome, Fiberglas, lapstreak, teak, auto pilots, burgees, Power Squadron hats, nylon line, all this chugging winking blundering glitter of props, bilge pumps and self-importance needs dockside space.

Irish Point, the train chugging down the center of the flyway that gleamed like an oil slick in the headlights and the silver glare of the rising moon.

Much more of it was taken up by looming berths for the tugs and tankers which placidly chugged from icy pole to equator across the watery expanses of Habara, taking or delivering the supplies which the settlements deemed necessary for civilised life, or collecting the returning fallen bulk cargoes.

Much more of it was taken up by looming berths for the tugs and tankers that placidly chugged from icy pole to equator across the watery expanses of Habara, taking or delivering the supplies that the settlements deemed necessary for civilized life, or collecting the returning fallen bulk cargoes.

Ming Ho seemed to be chugging right along, bless her little jujube heart.

As they chugged steadily upstream, the signs of the city gradually faded from view and pilar saw levee banks and the cotton, cane, and rice fields beyond.

But she was looking away across the water, at the Circle Line ferry beyond the cordon of Harbor Police boats that surrounded the Rox, chugging toward the foreskin tip of Manhattan.

Howie Surd the drunken yeoman lay on his stomach under mount 52, head propped on arms, staring at a British landing craft that chugged its way through the rainy Harbour.

In a new dress of black tussore, her somewhat ravaged but carefully repaired face partially concealed by a flattering veil, she chugged away from Europe on a steamer bound for the Caribbean like a respectable widow and she was not yet fifty, after all.

Soon Conor and Colleen came chugging down the hall, thumbs in mouths, blankies trailing behind them.

Not long after Pleasants bought his ticket, a southbound train chugged into the station.

The indicator on the speedometer started to drop steadily as the engine continued to chug.

Myriad boats swarmed the Seine, chugging and sputtering toward unknown docks, the waves aflicker with their lamps.

Shortly thereafter, the heavy engines began to turn the paddles and the Bristan trader chugged northeast across an almost glassy sea.