A Desperate Runaway Negro.
We are informed that Mr. J. W. Boddie, of [illegible], had an arm broken by a pistol shot by a runaway negro, on last Thursday evening while riding over his plantation. The circumstances are [about?] these: he was found by Mr. B. and ordered to go with him, scarcely had the demand been uttered when the negro fired, the ball taking effect in Mr. B’s arm producing a fracture. He claims to be free and going South, but is no doubt following the railroad or telegraph [line] to some State from which he has been sold. Mr. Boddie describes him as a mulatto, apparently about 35 years of age, 5 feet, 8 or 10 inches high, stout built, intelligent and bold spoken.
Mr. Boddie was entirely off his guard as the mulatto scoundrel pretending to collect his bundle, raised from the corner of the fence with his pistol concealed in a handkerchief and fired at his breast, not more than two feet from him. Mr. Boddie was on horseback, holding the reins, his arm luckily received the ball that might have else been chambered in his heart.
The press will confer a favor on the community, by giving this notice, as such a desperate villain should be captured as soon as possible.