buck-jumping

What the Irish were doing in commercial, unregulated dance clubs is buck-jumping a dance associated with Irish sailors and black slaves in America.

A Renegade History of the United States

And every time they would let the hearse go to the cemetery, they would strike that number up, and I'm talking about everybody would just start buck-jumping hard, like hard - ladies, you know, chest be shaking like basketballs.

The Sounds And Soul Of Treme

When we were on plain ground and in full gallop we heaved to and fro as if in a rolling sea, and when going fast it was like a perpetual succession of buck-jumping, especially over the caldeiroês, lines of mud like a corduroy across the road.

The Romance of Isabel Lady Burton

Outside on the flight line, they saw more of their number buck-jumping the Piper Cubs on landing and struggling with the ignominy of not being able to master the little airplane.

Silver Wings, Santiago Blue

Our host, as we were driving round, took the opportunity for giving us a short, successful exhibition of buck-jumping with his steed, whether willingly or not, neither he nor history mentions.

Argentina from a British Point of View

Our troubles are not over, for on the next upward grade the old game of rearing, backing, and futile attempts at buck-jumping, begins again.

Through the Malay Archipelago

On the other hand, he had not foreseen in all detail what could happen once the thing was in operation, because the _Queen's_ sudden buck-jumping act had surprised him and knocked him out.

The Winds of Time

Staggering this way and that, buck-jumping and snorting, spraddling all four legs to keep from sinking to the ground, with her frightened and crestfallen owner yelling "Whoa!" and trying to find a chance to jump off without disaster,

With Sabre and Scalpel. The Autobiography of a Soldier and Surgeon

The white-eyed nephew slid head first off the buck-jumping mule and instantly scuttled on all fours into the underbrush.

The Escape of Mr. Trimm His Plight and other Plights

Except in its moments of descent, the balloon was a vehicle of faultless urbanity; this was a buck-jumping mule, a mule that jumped up and never came down again.

The War in the Air