M. Huc, fearing to lose himself amid these sands, stopped the cameleer.
It is decidedly thrilling to hear the cameleer say, ich, ich, i—ch—ch!
The cry of the donkey-boy, and the cry of the cameleer, and the cry of the muezzin from the mosque.
Khalid takes shelter in one of the shops; a cameleer rates the boys and chases them away.
This question afforded us an opportunity of giving our cameleer a sound rating.
The cameleer led the beast to where a party of tourists, obviously American, waited.