from The Century Dictionary.

  • noun A gentle trot, like that of a dog.


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  • Churchill pulled the canoe up on the beach, seized Bondell's grip, and started on a limping dog-trot for the police post.


  • If thou hast, thou wilt let me just keep thee in my eye; for it is an up-hill work; and I shall see thee, at setting out, at a great distance; but as thou art a much heavier and clumsier fellow than myself, I hope that without much puffing and sweating, only keeping on a good round dog-trot, I shall be able to overtake thee.

    Clarissa Harlowe

  • And then, down just past the Cotton Club Review, back a dog-trot off the main strip itself, a little white sign shaped like an arrow with green letters saying, "This Way to The Green Valley Nudist Colony."

    Tune Out If You're a Minor...or if you're a miner.

  • He flung his pick out of the trench, climbed out and set off at a dog-trot for his shop.

    Science Fiction Hall of Fame

  • Without hesitation Jim led his party at a dog-trot eastward along the beach.

    Jim Spurling, Fisherman or Making Good

  • Twenty minutes later he had joined the little party, who were proceeding at a slow dog-trot around the shores, instead of taking the direct course across the ice, which, being deemed unsafe by them, had wisely been avoided; for no one can be too cautious on ice of which they know nothing.

    Adrift in the Ice-Fields

  • When a few minutes later the pony broke into a slow canter, and he was forced into an awkward dog-trot, a chuckle broke from him.

    The Young Railroaders Tales of Adventure and Ingenuity

  • So I set off at a dog-trot, and I kept it up until I saw the sun rising over the eastern hills.

    Golden Days for Boys and Girls Volume VIII, No 25: May 21, 1887

  • His gait was a swift, uncertain shuffle, a compromise between a saunter and a dog-trot.

    The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 14, No. 85, November, 1864

  • Either end, I concluded, would be better than to remain where I was; so I worked myself into a dog-trot, wound down around the side of the mountain, and reached the road, a mile and a half south of camp, and went to my quarters fast as my legs could carry me.

    The Citizen-Soldier or, Memoirs of a Volunteer


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