resarvist

Updated: May 15, 2025

"So you're a Wiltshireman?" I said. "So am I." And I held out my hand. He drew his own from beneath the bedclothes and held mine in an iron grip. "What might be your parts, sir?" His eyes lighted up with pleasure. "Why, zur, it be nex' parish; I come from B . I be main pleased to zee ye, zur." "The pleasure is mine," I said. "When did you join?" "I jined in July last year, zur. I be a resarvist."

John Hartman Morgan - Leaves from a Field Note-Book