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Runaway. --$10 Reward will be paid for the apprehension and confinement of Jesse, who has been seen lurking about Richmond. He is supposed to be about the camps, and may attempt to go off with some company. He is 27 years old, low but stout; dark gingerbread color, and stammers very badly. H. Carrington Watkins. Chesterfield, Sept. 18, 1861. se 19--6t*
Our Correspondence. arrival of Southerners — Lincoln on his Travels — affairs down the, River — the Medical beard — benefit exhibition — match manufactory — the weather, Etc. Norfolk Sept. 18, 1861. The Federal steamer Fanny Cadwallader came up as far as Craney Island yesterday afternoon, with a flag of truce from Old Point having on board two gentlemen and their wives, from New York, and whose residence is in North Carolina. They state that their trunks were thoroughly searched by the detectives at New York, and sealed. The search also took place on their arrival at Philadelphia, and finally at Old Point by Picayune Butler's Massachusetts female. I learn here that it was currently reported in New York, that Old Abe and Seward had reached that city to avoid the noise made by Gen. Beauregard. I am informed by passengers just up to the city from Craney Island, that there are two large vessels lying off Newport News. There are six at Old Point, f
the haughty foe, and covered the flag of the South with undying glory. We are anxiously awaiting the return of our noble commander, Col. Moore. The boys are anticipating it with great pleasure. Several have remarked in our hearing, and we know it to be the sentiment of all, what a joyous, glorious welcome we will give to Col. Moore when he returns. Johnnie, Company "H," 1st Reg't Va. Vols. South Carolina--the Cotton Crop — working for the soldiers. Sumter, S. C., Sept. 18, 1861, Our State is rapidly assuming the appearance of a vast military camp. Our seaboard is lined with troops, and Tredegar bull-dogs, and bristles with bayonets, and we promise squint-eyed B. F. a high old frolic when he rustles the palmetto. Will he, dare he come ? The planting interest has been remarkably blessed. The crops are fine — cereals especially so. A drought — a failure — would have been disastrous to us this year; but a kind Providence has given us "the early and t