hadji

Hadji Murat and his murid mount their horses and ride off just in time.

Exhausted, Hadji Murat goes to bed at once, sleeping fully dressed, poised for flight.

Everyone in the mountains knew Hadji Murad, and how he slew the Russian swine.

But because Hadji Murad is only 100 pages long, its structure is more obvious, even flashy.

We were followed by three others, in one of which was the Hadji.

He was a priest as well as a Hadji, and, we were told, had a mighty following among the faithful.

The Hadji gave us a rough hut with a flooring of split bamboo and kept us provided with chickens.

The Hadji returned with us to Bilit, and got his desire, the Panglima-ship, and well he deserved it.

Amongst other things I heard one say, 'See how white this Hadji is.'