Uncle John loaded his corn-cob, picked up a live coal, and, pressing it down on the tobacco with his thumb, commenced to puff vigorously.
"The Old Santa Fe Trail" by Henry Inman
Cob-coals make the very best of pearlash.
"Little Grandmother" by Sophie May
Replied the farmer as he piled
The crackling hemlock on the coals,
And lit his corn-cob pipe and smiled
The smile of sweet contented souls.
"Fido" by Hanford Lennox Gordon