Chouse us out of the deer, say ye; and who had a right to hinder him if he had?
“It was rather a chouse to shoot a cretin, though,” said another, in chaff.
Chouse jumped out before the boat had even touched the bank.
And now, in ten minutes, this naughty Chouse had undone all his work.
But when she got down and patted him, Chouse still kept on barking.
Joyously she ...