Wheel about

Thus hath the course of justice wheel’d about, And left thee but a very prey to time; Having no more but thought of what thou wert, To torture thee the more, being what thou art.

I see him with the knot of his scarfe just shot off, infusing fresh spirits into poor Galway’s regiment—riding along the line—then wheeling about, and charging Conti at the head of it—Brave, brave, by heaven!

The number of prairie dogs was absolutely astounding. […] Some of the bolder dogs—though in fact they are no dogs at all, but little marmots rather smaller than a rabbit—would sit yelping at us on the top of their mounds, jerking their tails emphatically with every shrill cry they uttered. As the danger grew nearer they would wheel about, toss their heels into the air, and dive in a twinkling down into their burrows.

The ape-man wheeled about and followed the other into the ill-lit alley, which custom had dignified with the title of thoroughfare.

Then she called up all the careless nurserymaids, and stuck pins into them all over, and wheeled them about in perambulators with tight straps across their stomachs and their heads and arms hanging over the side, till they were quite sick and stupid […]