A red-headed man was working in the garden; and to him Mr. Pickwick called lustily, 'Hollo there!
"The Pickwick Papers" by Charles Dickens
Just as I brought my rifle to my shoulder I heard a voice sing out, `Hollo, Short!
"Dick Onslow" by W.H.G. Kingston
De horses had sense enough to double up when dat man hollo from de top of dem.
"Slave Narratives Vol. XIV. South Carolina, Part 2" by Works Projects Administration
Hollo, there, are you hard and fast?
"Jacob Faithful" by Captain Frederick Marryat
Then Jim Leonard saw what a good thing it was that he had thought of holloing fire.
"The Flight of Pony Baker" by W. D. Howells
But that only made him hollo the louder, and he holloed so loud that at last he made somebody hear.
"Boy Life" by William Dean Howells
But don't take up that habit of holloing from Miss Todd.
"The Bertrams" by Anthony Trollope
One morning at breakfast, Mr. Fulmort, after grumbling out his wonder at Juliana's writing to him, suddenly changed his tone into, 'Hollo!
"Hopes and Fears scenes from the life of a spinster" by Charlotte M. Yonge
Hollo, young Lionel, be thou warder of thy king, and sound an answering blast.
"Historic Boys" by Elbridge Streeter Brooks
Some of them shouted Hollo!
"Betty Leicester" by Sarah Orne Jewett
When I come back wid de two bottel I meet plenty men wid de tubs: dey say, 'Hollo there, who be you?
"Olla Podrida" by Frederick Marryat
Hollo, you there; friend, what sport?
"Recreations of Christopher North, Volume I (of 2)" by John Wilson
Hollo out "Drop" most energetically.
"The Dog" by Dinks, Mayhew, and Hutchinson
Every one that passes, says: "Hollo, Willie;" or "There's my boy;" or "Here, Willie, catch this apple.
"More Mittens with The Doll's Wedding and Other Stories" by Frances Elizabeth Barrow
Hollo, old fellow, where are you going?
"Englefield Grange" by H. B. Paull
Hollo made another rush forward.
"The Village Notary" by József Eötvös
Hollo, I've just stepped on him; he's lying on the road.
"A Duel" by Richard Marsh
The Indians commenced holloing again, up the river behind us, where we had come just before camping.
"A Trip to California in 1853" by Washington Bailey
It was the longest hour I ever spent before Taylor's voice holloing from the cliff above roused me to the certainty of success.
"The Flower of Forgiveness" by Flora Annie Steel
Meanwhile the party in the scrub waited some time for their guide, and then spent hours in holloing and in beating the bush for him.
"Australian Heroes and Adventurers" by William Pyke