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Frank Irving Cobb, the editor of the World, is, as I have often said, the strongest writer on the New York press since Horace Greeley. But he can hardly be called a sentimentalist, as Greeley was, and there is nothing but sentiment gush and gammon in the proposed League of Nations. It may be all right for England. There are certainly no flies on it for France. But we don't need it.
In looking around the room, I saw a small box, like a candle-box, marked "Howell Cobb," and, on inquiring of a negro, found that we were at the plantation of General Howell Cobb, of Georgia, one of the leading rebels of the South, then a general in the Southern army, and who had been Secretary of the United States Treasury in Mr. Buchanan's time.
For Mrs. Green, Mrs. Cobb, Mr. Taylor, see ante, ii. 462-473. Dr. Erasmus Darwin, the physiologist and poet, grandfather of Charles Darwin. Mrs. Piozzi when at Florence wrote: 'I have no roses equal to those at Lichfield, where on one tree I recollect counting eighty-four within my own reach; it grew against the house of Dr. Darwin. Piozzi's Journey, i. 278.
Jansen took out his snickerree, looked at Short, and made a motion with the knife, as if passing it across the dog's throat. "No," replied Short. "Let's launch him overboard at night," said one of the men. "But how is one to get the brute out of the cabin?" said Cobb; "if it's done at all it must be done by day." Short nodded his head. "A tog is a tog," observed Jansen.
And you needn't set there and weed your face any more on my account." Mr. Cobb rose also. "There! there!" he protested. "Don't get het up. I don't say I won't take your mortgage, do I?" "You've said a good deal. If you say any more of the same kind you can say it to yourself. I tell you, honest, I don't like the way you say it."
Cobb paid no attention, and all but reached the door. She laid a hand upon him. 'You are going? The touch and the voice checked him. Again he turned abruptly and seized the hand that rested upon his arm. 'Why are you stopping me? What do you want with me? I'm to help you out of the fix you've got into, is that it?
At last, losing patience at having to sit so long, I rose and went forward, as if about to look over the bows. I had stood there a minute, when I felt two hands grasping my shoulders. "You've heard what we've been talking about," whispered Cobb I was certain it was him in a deep, fierce tone. "And if I have, what is that?" I asked with an unfaltering voice.
Captain Wentworth turned in to call on his friend; the others walked on, and he was to join them on the Cobb.
The next day the fleet anchored in the harbor and Monckton sent Cobb with his sloop to Chignecto for some Acadian prisoners to serve as pilots up the river, also for some whale boats and Captain Benoni Danks company of Rangers. We come now to a day worthy to be held in remembrance the memorable 20th of September, 1759 when the control of the River St.
"His father will have nothing to give him." Cobb made no reply. He was not surprised. Most all of these aristocratic Southerners were on their last legs. He was right about the note, he said to himself it was just as well to have it paid and he made a mental memorandum to inquire about it as soon as he reached his office, and have it pressed for settlement at once.
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