The only visible life was a slave gang carrying timber from the next ship and loading it on a wagon.

The two slave gangs were standing outside, waiting.

Climb out of your downy bed, but fast, and join the slave gang.

It was you who thought of the Roman line as a slave gang.

In response, distraught men, women, and children surged out of buildings, breaking away from slave gangs.

Only enough free Talgarans to supervise the slave gangs in the forests and mines lived on the island itself.

A wagon drew up alongside and unloaded a slave gang.

Do you get the work out of your people that an overseer could with a slave gang?

It is actually a jazz tone poem depicting the old slave gangs as they did their back-brakeing work of "swinging that hammer".

Her mother Currer and sister Althesa remain "in a slave gang."