a-seem

Updated: May 26, 2025

"Little things, sir crushed fingers, sprained foot, bruises when you tumbles, say runnin' round with the trawl warp. But we doan't a-seem to care for them so much. We're bred to patience, you see; and you're bound to act up to your breedin'. That is it, sir; bred to patience." "And has no doctor been out here yet?" "What could he du? He can't fare to feel like us.

James Runciman - A Dream of the North Sea