Tramcars and motorbuses were packed unwholesomely with these children of shadowland drawn together from the seven seas by the magnet of London.
"Dope" by Sax Rohmer
At sight of the jaunty little motorbus waiting to haul him up the winding grade to the hotel, he actually hesitated.
"Their Mariposa Legend" by Charlotte Herr
Too late; the wide-winged fighter skidded like a motorbus on a greasy road and fell into the clouds sideways.
"Tam O' The Scoots" by Edgar Wallace
From the road came the roar of a motorbus, like a muffled drum.
"A Bed of Roses" by W. L. George
Regular motorbus service is maintained between Glacier Park Hotel and Belton.
"Glacier National Park [Montana]" by United States Dept. of the Interior