Old Cape Cod : $b the land, the men, the seaBangs, Mary Rogers
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Old Cape Cod : $b the land, the men, the sea
Bangs, Mary Rogers
Cape Cod (Mass.)
At twelve midnight, in due course of time thereafter, Captain Cobb
arrived at his home, and tapped on the window of a downstairs bedroom
where he knew his wife to be sleeping. At first she thought it a twig
of the sweetbriar bush. Then, “‘Who is there?’ cried she. ‘It is I,’
said I. ‘Well, what do you want?’ ‘To come in.’ ‘For what?’ said she.
Before I could answer I heard my daughter, who was in bed with her,
say, ‘Why, ma, it’s pa.’ It was enough. The doors flew open, and the
greetings of affection and consanguinity multiplied upon me rapidly.
Thus in a moment was I transported to the greatest earthly bliss a
man can enjoy, viz: to the enjoyment of the happy family circle.”
With these cheerful words Mr. Cobb ends his record. For a year or
two thereafter he remained at home, and then was off again to sea.
In 1819 and 1820 he made trips to Africa, and on the second voyage
returned with so much fever aboard that the ship, as a means to
disinfecting it, was sunk at the wharf. Then he retired from sea—he
had built a fine Georgian house in 1800—and filled many offices
ashore. His youth was crammed with adventure; he followed the sea
longer than some of his mates; yet at the age of fifty-two, when
he left it with a modest fortune, he showed as much zest in the
management of more humdrum affairs: in due sequence he was town
clerk, treasurer, inspector-general, representative to the General
Court, senator, justice of the peace, and brigadier-general in the
militia; no town committee seems to have been complete without him;
he was a steadfast member of the liberal church which had taken
possession of the old North Parish. And on one of those foreign
voyages he had had painted a portrait of himself: a gallant,
high-bred youth, with “banged” hair and curls, in Directoire dress,
rolling collar, muslin stock and frills. The lovely colors of the
old pastel hold their own, the soft blue of the surtout, the keen
eyes, the handsome, alert face. A young man who knew something of his
worth, Captain Cobb, and a young man who made exceptional opportunity
to put that worth to the test.
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