Due notice, in accordance with the statutes, is given to all persons whomsoever may claim a piece of property answering the description of Daddy Bob, as herein set forth.  Weeks pass, but no one comes to claim Bob.  In the eyes of an ignoble law he is a cast out, homeless upon the world; and as such must be sold.  He is put up at the man-shambles, and, by order of Mr. Ford Fosdick, sold to Mr. Cordes Kemp for the sum of two hundred and fifty dollars, one half of which sum is the state’s own, the other Mr. Ford Fosdick’s.  Mr. Cordes Kemp had seen Bob working about the wharf, and learned that the old man was of more value than his outward appearance indicated, inasmuch as he was a good carpenter; which we have not before informed the reader.  But Bob had never been accustomed to a cruel master:  such Cordes Kemp was to the fullest extent of the term.  A few months passed, and Bob became heartily sick of his new master, who gave him little to eat, and had nearly ended his life with labour and the lash.  Finding he could no longer stand such treatment, he fled to the swamp; and for two years did he make his home among the morasses and hillocks, now making his bed by the trunk of a fallen tree, then seeking shelter in a temporary camp built with the axe he carried away with him.  At times he was forced to make food of roots, nuts, and such wild fruit as the woods afforded; and as the ravens found food, so the outcast man did not suffer while an all-wise Providence watched over him.  And then he found a kind friend in old Jerushe-Aunt Jerushe, as she was commonly called, who lived on a plantation a few miles from his hiding-place, and met him at night, and shared her coarse meal with him.  Jerushe’s heart was full of kindness; she would have given him more, but for the want thereof.  Full two years did even-handed democracy drive the old man homeless to seek a shelter among the poisonous reptiles of the morass.  Mr. Cordes Kemp must regain his property, and to that generous end he puts forth the following extremely southern proclamation, which may be found in all respectable morning journals, on posters hung at the “Rough and Ready,” at “Your House,” and at “Our House":—­

“Seventy-five (75) dollars reward is offered for the delivery of my old negro carpenter man named bob, in gaol in Charleston, within a month from this date.  The said bob is a complete carpenter, about sixty-five years of age, has a fine, full, good-natured face, knock-kneed, bald-headed, and ran away about two years ago:  he is thought to be harboured in Charleston or James’ Island.  He was bought of Mr. Ford Fosdick, on behalf of the state.  June 28,—­ Cordes Kemp.”