sojers'll

Updated: July 26, 2026

Nothing was to be seen save flat meadows, cows feeding unconcernedly for the most part, and silvery pollard willows motionless in the warm sunlight. "The sojers'll stop 'em," said a woman beside me, doubtfully. A haziness rose over the treetops.

H. G. (Herbert George) Wells - The War of the Worlds