chou

In the same piece, we are presented with a grand chorus of Turks and Dervises, who sing, "Hu la baba la chou ba la baba la da."

Bending his course westward, Mr Margary entered the fine and fertile province of Kwei-chou.

Accordingly they descended into the cave beneath and taking up Chou-hu they again dressed him in his own robes.

"The necessity for the elaborate caution of the past no longer exists," remarked Chou-hu presently.

"The street is opportunely empty and there is little likelihood of anyone approaching at this hour," suggested Chou-hu.