Run away in the spring of the last year, from this place, a Young fellow
belonging to me, named John, sometimes called Johnson, at times calling
himself John Hill, at other times John Howe. This fellow is about 5 feet 5
inches high, 23 years old, and is of a dull copper-colour, being the son of
a mulatto man and negro woman; his features are generally ugly; his eyes
remarkably large and prominent; he is sensible and shrewd, civil in his
manners, and plausible in conversation; he served his time with a cabinet
maker, and has worked as journeyman with a Windsor Chair-maker; he is very
ingenious, and well acquainted with the use of the joiners tools. JOHN
READS AND I BELIEVE CAN WRITE A LITTLE. He probably made some one of the
Northern ports the place of his destination, or perhaps Charleston. I will
pay the above reward to any person who will deliver John to me or to the
Jailor in this place.