yodling

Updated: May 17, 2025

Therewith the old man dropped back, and began to brawl some yodling air in the street, and to thump the doors with his fists, in accompaniment, like some drunken reveller. "Hai-dia-do." Taking each other's hand we hastened on. The streets were already very dark here. At the end of the town are barracks, before which we had to pass: the cry of the sentinel sounded in the distance. "Who goes there?

Mór Jókai - Debts of Honor