When the corn was shelled, the cobs were not carelessly discarded or disregarded.
I carried in cobs and wood from the long cellar, and filled both the stoves.
The cobs had been newly clipped, and all their nerves appeared to be outside their skins.
I have just ninety cobs to get supper on, or I'd build up a fresh fire for you.
Put the cobs in with the peas, boiling from thirty to forty-five minutes.
Of course I cannot ride my cobs, but I really don't care shucks about that.
We gathered some cobs, which were not yet ripe but would do to cook.
The cobs really furnish our best smokers, but they are hard to manage.
You know, you take it up in your hands by both ends—you've seen the cobs?
Two million bushels of cobs are wasted every year in the United States.