His habit was to bring the wood at night, throw it down at the cabin door, and, as he walked in, some one of the family would say, “Well, Josh, you fetched us a piece of wood.”  He would burst into one of his jolly laughs and answer, “Yes.”  Soon after they had given him something to eat, Josh would bid them good night, but when he went, the wood disappeared too.  He would throw it down at another cabin door as before, go in and get something to eat; but every time when he went away the wood would be missing until he had found enough to eat, when he would leave it at the last cabin.  Those to whom Josh carried the wood accused others of stealing it, and when they asked him about it, he only laughed and said that the wood was at the door when he came out.

Josh continued the trick for quite a while.  Finally one night he brought a stick of wood and threw it down at a cabin door, walked in and got something to eat as usual.  But as he came in, the man of the family, to whom he carried the wood, bade him good night, and said that he had business out which would keep him so late, that Josh would be gone before he got back.  While Josh was busy laughing and talking with the rest of the family the man went out, and secreted himself in the chimney corner of another cabin, and it was not long after he took his stand before Josh bade the family good night, came out whistling, and shouldered the wood, but as he started off the watchman cried out, “Is that you, Josh?” Josh threw the wood down and answered, “O no, tisn’t me.”  Of course Josh was so funny one couldn’t get angry with him if he wanted to; but the rest of the slaves found out after that how the wood Josh brought them, was missing.

But poor Josh died at last, away from home; he was sent with some of the other negroes from Mrs. M.R.  Singleton’s plantation at Columbia, in the year 1864, to build fortifications as a defence, under Gen. Wade Hampton against Gen. Sherman, and while there he was taken sick and died, under the yoke of slavery, having heard of freedom but not living to enjoy it.

RUNAWAY SLAVES.

My readers, have, no doubt, already heard that there were men in the South who made it their business in the days of slavery to raise and train hounds especially to hunt slaves with.  Most of the owners hired such men on condition that they were to capture and return their runaway slaves, without being bruised and torn by the dogs.  The average sums paid hunters were ten, fifteen and twenty-five dollars for capturing a slave; very many times, these sums were taken from the overseer’s salary, as they were more or less the cause of slaves running away.

My readers want to know whether the runaway slaves ever returned to the overseers and their masters without being caught by the hunters.  Sometimes they did and sometimes they never returned.  Some stayed their lifetime; others, who would have returned, fell sick and died in the woods.