cameleer

The cry of the donkey-boy, and the cry of the cameleer, and the cry of the muezzin from the mosque.

M. Huc, fearing to lose himself amid these sands, stopped the cameleer.

The cameleer led the beast to where a party of tourists, obviously American, waited.

It is decidedly thrilling to hear the cameleer say, ich, ich, i—ch—ch!