Tranter

1879, William Barnes, Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect, Dobbin Dead An’ he met wi’ zome yew-twigs the men had a-cast Vrom the yew-tree, in churchyard, the road that he past. He wer pweison’d. (1.) O dear, ’tis a hard loss to bear, Vor a tranter’s whole bread is a-lost wi’ his meäre;

Through the open doorway of a small inner room on the left hand, of a character between pantry and cellar, was Dick Dewy’s father, Reuben, by vocation a ‘tranter’, or irregular carrier.

...the persons tenanting these few houses included two retired military officers, one old navy lieutenant, a small farmer and tranter, a relieving officer and registrar, and an old militiaman […]