Every nook and corner of Fort Moultrie was searched for the missing Sylvia, and when no trace of her could be discovered, her friends became nearly certain that the little girl must have slipped from the landing-place into the sea, and that it was useless to search for her.  But it was late in the evening before Mr. Fulton gave up the search, and with a sad and anxious heart headed the Butterfly toward Charleston.  He still hoped that his little girl might be found.  A party of soldiers, headed by Captain Carleton, had started to search for her on Sullivan’s Island, but this had not been determined upon until late in the evening, at about the time when Estralla and Sylvia were embarking upon their adventurous voyage to Fort Sumter.

No one had given a thought to the little darky girl.  She was supposed to be somewhere about the fort.

Grace, warmly wrapped in a thick shawl, sat beside Mr. Fulton as the Butterfly made its swift way across the dark harbor.  They could see the dark line of the guard-boat, but they were not molested and came into the wharf safely.  Grace held close to Mr. Fulton’s hand as they hurried toward home with the sad news of Sylvia’s disappearance.  Neither of them spoke until they reached the walk leading to the door of Grace’s home, then Grace said: 

“I know Sylvia will be found.  Estralla will surely find her and bring her home.”

“Estralla!  Why, I had entirely forgotten her,” responded Mr. Fulton.

“She ran off as soon as Sylvia was missed,” Grace continued earnestly, “and she will find her.  Probably she has found her before this.”

“I believe you are right.  Estralla is a clever little darky, and if she started in search of Sylvia perhaps she has been able to find her.  I had not thought of it,” and Mr. Fulton’s voice had a new note of hope.

“Thank you, Grace.  I will start back to the fort as soon as I have talked with Sylvia’s mother.”

But on Mr. Fulton’s return to the wharf he found a sentry on guard who refused him permission to go to the fort.  It was in vain that Mr. Fulton explained that his little daughter was lost, that he must be permitted to return to the fort.

The sentry wasted no words.  “Orders, sir.  Sorry,” was the only response he could get, and at midnight Mr. Fulton was in his own house looking out over the harbor.  Mingled with his anxious fear for the safety of his little daughter was the thought of the sentries now guarding Charleston’s water-front, of the assembling of soldiers in the city, and the evident plan of the southerners to seize the forts in the harbor and force the Government into war.

He realized that in that case it would not be possible for his family to remain in Charleston.

Early the next morning Sylvia was awakened and made ready for her return, and when the sun shone brightly over the waters of the harbor she and Estralla, with Captain Gerald and a strong negro servant, were on board a boat sailing rapidly toward home.