From Place to Place

From Place to Place, by Irvin S.
Cobb

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Title: From Place to Place
Author: Irvin S. Cobb

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FROM PLACE TO PLACE

The Works of
IRVIN S. COBB

[Illustration: Emblem]
The Review of Reviews Corporation Publishers New York Published
by Arrangement with George H. Doran Company
Copyright, 1920, by George H. Doran Company Copyright, 1918, 1919,
by the Curtis Publishing Company Copyright, 1918, by the Frank A.
Munsey Co. Copyright, 1913, 1918, by the Red Book Corporation
Printed in the United States of America

TO
CHARLES R. FLINT, ESQ.

CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I THE GALLOWSMITH 11
II THE BROKEN SHOELACE 55
III BOYS WILL BE BOYS 96
IV THE LUCK PIECE 156
V QUALITY FOLKS 206
VI JOHN J. COINCIDENCE 259

VII WHEN AUGUST THE SECOND WAS APRIL THE FIRST 302
VIII HOODWINKED 332
IX THE BULL CALLED EMILY 382

FROM PLACE TO PLACE
CHAPTER I
THE GALLOWSMITH
This man that I have it in mind to write about was, at the time of which
I write, an elderly man, getting well along toward sixty-five. He was
tall and slightly stooped, with long arms, and big, gnarled,
competent-looking hands, which smelled of yellow laundry soap, and
had huge, tarnished nails on the fingers. He had mild, pale eyes, a light
blue as to colour, with heavy sacs under them, and whitish whiskers,
spindly and thin, like some sort of second-growth, which were so cut as
to enclose his lower face in a nappy fringe, extending from ear to ear
under his chin. He suffered from a chronic heart affection, and this
gave to his skin a pronounced and unhealthy pallor. He was neat and
prim in his personal habits, kind to dumb animals, and tolerant of small
children. He was inclined to be miserly; certainly in money matters he
was most prudent and saving. He had the air about him of being lonely.
His name was Tobias Dramm. In the town where he lived he was
commonly known as Uncle Tobe Dramm. By profession he was a
public hangman. You might call him a gallowsmith. He hanged men
for hire.
So far as the available records show, this Tobias Dramm was the only
man of his calling on this continent. In himself he constituted a
specialty and a monopoly. The fact that he had no competition did not
make him careless in the pursuit of his calling. On the contrary, it made
him precise and painstaking. As one occupying a unique position, he
realized that he had a reputation to sustain, and capably he sustained it.

In the Western Hemisphere he was, in the trade he followed, the nearest
modern approach to the paid executioners of olden times in France who
went, each of them, by the name of the city or province wherein he was
stationed, to do torturing and maiming and killing in the gracious name
of the king.
A generous government, committed to a belief in the efficacy of capital
punishment, paid Tobias Dramm at the rate of seventy-five dollars a
head for hanging offenders convicted of the hanging crime, which was
murder. He averaged about four hangings every three months or, say,
about nine hundred dollars a year--all clear money.
The manner of Mr. Dramm's having entered upon the practise of this
somewhat grisly trade makes in itself a little tale. He was a lifelong
citizen of the town of Chickaloosa, down in the Southwest, where there
stood a State penitentiary, and where, during the period of which I am
speaking, the Federal authorities sent for confinement and punishment
the criminal sweepings of half a score of States and Territories. This
was before the government put up prisons of its own, and while still it
parcelled out its human liabilities among State-owned institutions,
paying so much apiece for their keep. When the government first began
shipping a share of its felons to Chickaloosa, there came along, in one
clanking caravan of shackled malefactors, a half-breed, part Mexican
and the rest of him Indian, who had robbed a territorial post-office and
incidentally murdered the postmaster thereof. Wherefore this half-breed
was under sentence to expiate his greater misdeed on a given date,
between the hours of sunrise and sunset, and