chouse

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 ran across the courtyard, with Chouse close at her heels.

She was afraid to ask her father what he was going to do with Chouse.

And Hans started off toward his boat, whistling to Chouse to come along.

Chouse had run to the side of the road, looking for rabbits again.

And Chouse poked and scratched and dug up the earth, but not a kitten did he find.