Elijah Cobb : $b 1768-1848 a Cape Cod skipperCobb, Elijah
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Elijah Cobb : $b 1768-1848 a Cape Cod skipper
Cobb, Elijah
Cobb, Elijah, 1768-1848; Ship captains -- Massachusetts -- Biography; United States -- History -- 1783-1815
remitted my money, to England,’ well,” said he, You’ve a fine ship
here! Yes, toloble--what,” said he do you think she’s worth--this
question, roused my curiocity, I step’d to the door of the Stateroom,
& looking the man in the face, said to him, have you an Idea of
buying, or taking the ship, Oh, said he, Captain, you’l excuse our
inquisitiveness, it was without meaning.--When I was ready, one of the
officers went in the boat with me, & the other, remained on board the
ship--I was received on board the cutter, & conducted into the cabin,
to the Cap^{t.},--he received my papers, & looking them over, ask’d,
if I had not a Clearance from Cadiz; I told him I had, but, I did not
[know] it wou’d be required, & I had not bro^{t.} it, well,” said he,
I must have it; if you’l send your boat Sir, I will go & look it up, I
think its in my writing desk,--well,” said he, send for your desk, I
told him I was unwilling to do that, as it contained papers of
consequence to me, & by accident it might be droped overboad--oh said
he, I’ll make good all damages, you _must_ send for it. well,” I wrote
a line to the mate, to send my. W. Desk, it was brought into the
cutters cabin, & having my keys in my pocket, I open’d it, & soon
found the paper required,--my writing standing upon the Table open, &
the officers standing round, they began looking at papers, among them,
was a small bundle of letters directed to the Commissary Gen^{l.}on
the _Quebec Station_, they open’d it, & broke the seal of one of the
letters--; upon which I look’d at the Cap^{t.}, & observ’d, that this
was treatment which I had not anticipated, from the British flagg; the
Capt observ’d, you must submitt, we will explain ourselves bye. & bye
about this time, the word came from the decks, _a Strange sail in
sight_, & the Capt, drop’d the paper from hands, & run on deck.--I set
still & look’d at the officers, overhawling, & deranging my papers in
my writing desk.--after a while the Capt came down below; & said to
me, Captain; you have expressed some surprise at our investigation, at
which, I am not at all supprised, for I find, you are ignorant of a
fact, which will justify, our proceedings with you, _We are at War
with America_--now Sir, said I I beleive you are disposed to
_tantalize_, for I do not beleive it.--Well,” Sir, said he, we will
not alticate upon this subject; & he step’d to a desk took out a
newspaper, & pointed me to the declaration of War, & danced on deck
again, to look at the Strange sail.--the paper that he handed me, was
an American paper, only 12 days old--after reading the declaration of
war, I look’d it over for other news, untill the Capt came down.--He
then said to me, well Sir, what think ye now--I told him, I was
satisfied, as to _war_, but, I shou’d like to know now, whether _I_
was to be _hung_, or _drounded_.
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