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THE MAST-EATER. M A tiger >3 a tigeF, but when lie be- j cornea a habitual man-eater* lie sinka even lower in the scale of civilization, lie is like a drunkard who, having j tasted gin, is always after the bottle. It is an Indian saying, that when thi3 MMiiii ilMi UttbUlk he will follow no other game but men. He becomes desperately cunning, as though he were aware of having de clared war against the wisest of ene mies. It is of no further use oieket ing bullocks for his accommodation, for he will carry off the man who is watching them, and leave the herd untouched. It therefore of course, did the Old Shekarry’s heart good to hear of a gentleman of this kind being in h!s neighborhood, who had already eaten well nigh a hundred persons, and especially nolessthan sixteen postman —a class of which ho seems to be par ticularly forid. The villagers in his vicinity were panic-stricken, inquiring haughtily, indeed “Who is the tiger of defiled fathers, that he should thus cast dirt on our beards ?” but doing nothing towards his extermination.— Our hunter hears that a poor woman has been carried off one morning from a well where she was drawing water, and starts immediately in pursuit of the despoiler. “ I noticed that the trail of his retreat did not lead in the same direction as that from whence he came, and he seemed to have made the circuit of the village two or three times before he fell in with his victim. I followed the marks of his pugs .through some rather open custard apple jungle, to the dry sandy bed of j a nullah, or water-course, where the ] trail was very plain ; and although ! there were no marks of blood to be seen, yet I knew that he had still car ried his victim, as the pugs of his forefeet were more deeply imprinted in the sand than those of the bind, from the extra Wait he carried in his mouth, whereas I have observed that -• the marks of the hind feet are genr ally the plainest. A little further on, I perceived a large patch of dry blood, round which the flies were buz zing, and from the marks in the sand, knew that the brute had laid down the body of his victim for a moment, in order, perhaps, to get a better gripe.” Presently, “ we distinctly heard gra ting sounds, like the gnawing of bones, accompanied by low snarls and growls. I noticed Chineah’s eyes sparkling with excitement, as he lay listening to the ominous noises; and the convul sive grabs he made at the few bristles whicnadorned the point of his chin told me what was passing in his mind. Not a word was spoken, though I saw.the eyes of the gang were foliow ing my mpfcemeytsi* TWs was not, however,,;the' tlgeiw.-bimself, but a-ccii ple of jackals munching and tearing the flesh from some victims he Lad not quite devoured, and whom he had left in his den. This was evidently the hecatomb of the man-eater, for I counted, from skulls and remains of half-eaten bodies, about twenty-three victims of both sexes, as we could see, from the hair, clothes, broken bangles (armlets,) and gold and silver orna ments belonging to native women, — We picked up two massive silver bracelets belonging to his last victim, whoso fresh remains exhibited marks of tattooing, which were recognized by one of the villagers who wa3 with us. We also found two gold “ teekes,” or neck ornaments, which mark the married woman, and a knife, which the dhoby assures us he knew as hav ing belonged to a post-runner who had been killed about a month before.” As the tiger was not at home, and could not be got at by the usual means, the hunter actually disguises himself as one of h’t3 favorite post men. To the end of the bamboo on which the dauk runners sling the mail bags on their shoulders, an iron ring with pieces of metal is attached, “ma king a jingling noise as the man runs, which gives warning of the coming of the post to any crowd that might be obstructing the path, allowing them time to get out of his way. Having broken oil' the ring, I fastened it to my belt, so as to allow ic to jingle as I walked; and, arming myself with a short double rifle by Westley Ridl) ards, a brace of pistols, and a huge shekar knife, I made Kestimah lead the way down the road towards the place where the man-eater was said to lurk.” The Hunter thus voluntarily be coining “live bait,” goes upon this quite unparalleled expedition alone.— The sun had almost set as I proceeded slowly down the road, and although I was perfectly cool, and as steady as possible, I felt cold drops of perspira tion startfrom my forehead as I ap proached the spot where so many vic tims hal been sacrificed. I passed the reck, keeping well on the look out, listening carefully for the slight est sound, and I remember feeling considerably annoyed by the chirping made by a couple of little bulbuls (In dian nightingales) that were fighting in a bush close to the roadside. Par tridges were calling loudly to each other ail around, and as I passed the water-course, I saw a jackal skulking along its bod. I stopped, shook my jingling affair, and listened several times as I went along, but to no pur pose. Whilst ascending the opposite side of the ravine,, I heard a slight noise like the crackling of a dry leaf: J paused, and turning to the left, fronted thespotfrom whence I thought the proceeded. I distinctly saw a movement or waving in the high grass, as if something was making its way towards the : then I heard a loud ‘"purring sound, am( maw something twitching backwards and forwards be hind a clump of low buslf-arid lorig' grass, about eight or ten paces from me, and a little in the rear. It was a ticklish moment, but I felt prepared* ► back.. » coupiaof paces, in order to get a better view, which ac tion probably Saved my life, for imme diately the -brut© spraug in the muldlp of the road, ‘alighting about six feet from the place where I was standing. I'fired a hurried shot,’ere he could gather himself up for another spring, and when the smoked cleared away I saw him rolling over and over in the dusty road, writhing in his death agony, for my shot had entered the neck, and gone downwards into his chest. I stepped one side, and gave him my second barrel behind the ear, when dark blood rushed from his nos trils, a slight tremor passed over all his limbs, arid all was still. The man eater was dead, and his victims avenged.” This creature, one is glad to learn, was covered with mange, and j had but little hair left on his skin, ! which was of reddish brown, and r.ot I worth taking.’ On the 3pot where he was killed a largo mausoleum now i stands, caused by the passers by each 1 throwing a stone there ; and the name : of the Hunter is held dear in all that neighborhood as the friend of hu mauity. Witchcraft in Denmark. Long Margaret was a gipsy fortune teller, and began in 17t>9 or '7O to ■wander about tiie woods and heaths near Yosborg. She had not been long in the neighborhood when it was filled with consternation by the discovery of many murders in succession. One after another seYen young girls were found dead on the roadside, their throats cut, their hearts torn out, but their bodies unrifled of the gold and silver ornaments;usually worn by the peasantry. No one ever suspected Long Margaret of these deeds, for though looked upon as a witch, she was supposed to be otherwise quite harmless; but at last a pedlar girl suddenly found herself seized and thrown flown, and a knife in the old gipsy's hand was at her throat. The girl screamed and struggled. “ Don’t struggle so, little girl,” cried the old crifne; “one little prick, and all is orer!” The poor girl was growing Sii nt, when her screams brought her timely aid of two men, who were driving their cattle along the valley. Long Margaret escaped, but was taken 'afterwards. “Oh!” she exclaimed j to her captors, “ had I but devoured ' my ninth heart, I should have been far a way beyond your reach s” At her trial she .caol'y told her fudges, that she had meant no fjarnrf but., rhat, finding herself growing old and’ infirm, she wanted to transform her self into a night raven and fly ; to do which it was necessary that she should eat “ nine raw, bleeding hearts,” ta ken hot from as many maiden’s bo soms—symbolical of the nine hearts of Denmark, representing the nine svssels or counties of Jutland. Witch es have never been burned in Den mark since the end of the seventeenth century ; so Long Margaret was only beheaded, and the authorities neglect ed the precaution of burying her with a stake through her body. The con sequence is, that to this day she some times walks in the long passages of the wing of the chateau where she was imprisoned at Yosborg.— Jutland and the Danith Isles. Death-Dealing Jewelry. Every fair hand, now-a-days, is loaded with rings—the wedding-ring is an emblem of the sweetest signifi cance, but the Venetian ladies and gentlemen used to wear rings of a different nature. A few days ago, a gentleman in Paris was examining an ancient ring for sale at a cunosity shop, when he accidentally scratched his hand with it. In a few moments an indescribable torpor began to par alize his faculties, and he became so ill that the shopman hastened for a physician. The doctor immediately declared that the gentleman had been poisoned by some powerful mineral, applied strong antidotes, and was for tunate enough to relieve the symp toms which had created so much alarm. The ring was then examined by the physician, who had spent some time in Venice; he found that this old jewel was what is there called a “ death-ring,” a class of ornaments in frequent use in Italy during the seventh century, when that habit of poisoning was all but universal. At tached to the part of the ring worn inside the finger, are two minute lion’s claws, of the sharpest steel, with clefts in them filled with a violent poi son. In a crowded assembly, the wearer of this fatal ring, wishing to exercise revenge on any one present, took the victim's hand, and with gen tle pressure, a slight scratch be inflict ed on the skin, and he would be dead before the next morning. Notwith standing the length of time which must have elapsed since the poison was secreted in this ring, it was still pow erful enough to cause great danger to the man who so unwarily touched it. We don’t think this warning will have the effect of discouraging any “ hand-squeezing” on the part of the younger portion of the community, rings or no rings! Model wives formerly took a stitch “in time,” but now, with the aid of a sewing machine, they take one in no time. THE GEORGIA WEEKLY. PATRIOTISM. Patriotism is the love of one’s coun try, which every one is now displaying in fighting for it ; and those that are now preparing to protect it are patri otic. Now is the time for every man to exhibit his patriotism iu fighting fpr his country, for it is now in great c(m» fusion, ani," 1 think, ther* will a. great battle whore men must <ihoW thoir patriotism in fighting to save it, or our country will be lost and we will be compelled to submit to Lincoln’s will. I would rather fight, myself, than do it. Oh ! how would you men feel, who can protect your country but are fearful lest you should get killed, if it was lost. Even if you were killed in battle we will mourn much more for you, thinking that you died in attempting to save your coun try, bat if you stay at home, thinking of nothing but how to make money, wo despise you. If you are making it for the benefit of those who are go ing to war,, and also if.you are rather old, why then we do not object toy9uj[ staying at home. But a man, young and healthy, and able to fight, should go to war and show his patriotism and I do not think any one should object, for they are fighting to free us from Lincoln’s command. Therefore, we should encourage them to go to war, for if they do not, who will ? Only the women, and consequently our country would be lost, and for.the simple reason that the men were itoo cowardly to fight for it. What would become of us? We would, of course, be in the Union again and under Lin coln’s will, and treated as slaves. Now, my friends, had you not rather die in fighting for your country, become one of Lincoln’s slaves ? My advice, now, to you, brave men, Ts to fight for your country and display your patriotism, and if you are killed, (which I hope will not be the case,) youhave the assurance that you die in fighting fory our country ; and my advice to you, oßLfeien, is to stay at home and attend’to the affairs of those who arc at war. * Celeste. Granville Masonic Ftmale College. The Sonthern Teacher. LaFayette. Ala., March 6th, Mr. Editor : I am sure that you as a Southern Journalist, are always .ready to admit into your columns any remarks that may tend to advance the Cause of Southern Litbratur#.’*' T es :%£em the Southern Teacher, published at Montgomery, the Capitol of our own State, and edited by Prof. W. S. Barton, as among the first periodicals of the day. Every impattial reader of it will certainly 3gree with me in this opinion. It is not, as its title would, perhaps suggest, devoted ex clusively to any system of school edu cation ; yet it is emphatically a teach er, and a Southern Teacher. Each number is divided into several depart ments; the first of which is devoted to scientific and historical treatises, and these, too, the productions of the best minds of the South. In the Teacher’s department may always be found something to aid , as well as to encourage and enliven, the faithful instructor as he toils through hia daily round. The Home department is alsb filled with matter of great import to both parents arid children, containing often the most pleasing, yet innocent narratives. There is never found here anything that is in the least calculated to vitiate the taste of the young; but, on the contrary, it is all admirably adapted to arousing and giving vigor to the nobler faculties of the soul. The Editorial department also con tains many of the brightest gems of wit, as well as the more solid and chaste productions of a cultivated mind. In conclusion, allow me to re mark, that every one, whether parent or child, or teacher or pupil, should lay aside Harper, Peterson, Godey and others, and take the Teadter, from the reading of which he will net only derive pleasure, but profit, solid profit, and at the same time cease to aid his enemy, and give aid to his friend. The Teacher is published monthly. Terms, $2, invariably in advance.— Address Prof. W. S. Bartqn, Mont gomery, Ala. A. Subscriber. A Good Paper to Edit.— -If any body wants to edit the Vicksburg Sen tinel, he will he edified by the follow ing brief history of some of the men who have figured in that position : Dr. James Ilagan took hold in 1837, had a number of street fights, fought a duel with his brother editor of the Whig, and was killed in a street fight by D. W. Adams. His assistant, I. C. Partride, died of the yellow fever in 183£>. Dr. J. S. Fail, another as sistant, had a number of street fights, in one of which he was badly wounded. James Ryan, next editor, was killed by R. E. Hammett, of the Whig. Next came Walter Hickey, who had several rows, and was often wounded; hekdied Dr. Maclin, and was soon after himself killed in Texas. John Lavins, another editor, was imprisoned for the violence of his articles. Mr. Jenkins, his successor, was killed in the street by Mr. H. A. Crabbe, and Crabbe was murdered in Sonora. F. ,C. Jones succeeded Jenkins, but soon afterward' drowned himself. ! Cljf Georgia |3ttkhj. WEDNESDAY, MAY 15. OUR ENEMIES. W® grieve over human depravity, •to read the tidings brought to U 9 rjnrom North, by its mercenary organs. Whefi we reflect upon the pretended friendship for the South, so rantingly Zmd incessantly displayed in Northern cities and States, a few months ago, and contrast it with the present mad ness and bestial clamor for exter minating war upon the South, we are forced to thank Heaven that a war really exists, if only because it opens the eyes of our people to the fiendish turpitude of all Freesoildom. We can compare this Northern rage only to the brutal ferocity of a hun gry Hyena, deprived of its wonted prey. Having realized the fact that all its fawning, boot-licking and hypocrisy .have forever disgusted the South, so long its good-natuted, easy-souled care less victim, the rampant North fumes roars and howls With devil’s rage ea ger to devour, devastate and annihilate the people of the South. If we are to judge from the threats and actions of the Black Republican leaders, we are to battle with a mass of savages, a horde of barbarians a wilderness of wolves! In that mod ern Sodom, gold adoring New York, we behold a regiment of human devils marching along Broadway amid the plaudits of admiring and shouting thousands. But it is not the patriot ism, the courage, nor the nobility of those ruffians that draws that mighty applause—it is because each savage bears.upon his bayonet's point a hang man's knot-—and every knot for a “rebel’s” neck. This ferocious pa rade, Worthy only of a drunken and besotted populace, fit only for the peo ple of New York, meet alone for in carnate demons beyond the pale of Christianity itself, draws clamorous praise from the men, women and chil dren of New York. In the same city we behold a recognized gambler, a known pot-house. bully, a convicted emigrant thief, one William Wilson kneeling with the disgraced ensign of the disrupted Republic in one hand, a naked sword ip the other swearing in his ruffians with horrible blasphemy—-- and every savage of them swears to march from New York to New Or leans, to burn, plunder, ravish, devas tate, “ swim in blood” over the whole of the “rebellious South.” Again, wc, we of the 19th century behold another regiment from that un holy State of New York advancing towards the Federal City with the worse than Vandal motto, the Cossack or Kalmuck bestiality, “ Beauty and Booty" inscribed upon its banners as its war cry! Does it not sicken the heart, disgust the mind, and appall the soul to know that of such are those of whom we hare so recently boasted as our coun tryman ? Does it “ not stir a fever in the blood of age, and make the in fants' sinew strong as steel,” wherever shines a Southern sun, to know that with such an invasion our homes are menaced ? * Men of the South, you are to battle with ruffians, wolves, dogs ! Give them all, every one “short shrift and sudden cord” wherever your righteous hands lay hold of them. They are coming swearing to exterminate. Crush them as they deserve, and as the sons of sires like yonrs can crush them. Sweep them from the earth they pol lute. Render a signal service to hu manity and annihilate them. They swear to partition your soil among them. Do that deed for them —but give not to one of them, though he were the noblest ruffian of them all, one inch more of your soil than seven feet by two, dug four feet deep with their captured bayonets I These villians that you are to fight have no sense of military honor, or of any kind of honor. Their code of honor is a mere bestial instinct that leads a beast to rend and tear whatev er may satiate its brutal appetite when its victim lies helpless and bleeding. Such are the vaunted warriors of New York ! Although mustered into the serviee of a soldier they carry with them their badge of ruffianism —the slung shot! Every fellow of “Billy Wilson's” Zouaves is scooped from the gutter scum of New York, and each man carries with him a slung shot! They dsem a war on the South no more than a brothel riot, or a gam bling hell fracas in rowdy-spawning York. Death.byt, steel or lead is too noble for such scurvy dogs, yet tlieir death, in any shape or by any means will be a gnin to Christendom. Their courage, if any remains when in battle, will be the courago of a‘ mass—where every man looks to his fellow for support. Oh our side we have the courage of the Southerner, individual courage, when each man Seels himself a host in himself, singles out his man and never leaves him sliv ing or triumphant. In battle the Southerner looks not into the faces of his friends for courage—as long as the enemy is before him, individually, he knows his duty, and knows his friends know theirs. Again we predict, that from this war the North will retreat terribly beaten and eternally humiliated. THE PIC-NIC. On Tuesday, the 7th inst., a Picnic was held at the camp of the Echols Guards, near Warm Springs, which many of the ladies and citizens of Greenville and its environs attended. We arrived at the camp after eleven in the morning and found the Echols Guards just breaking ranks after their usual morning drill. We found every man of the Guards eager and ready to he led to battle. This Company is one of the finest we ever saw, being composed of pow erful and active men, unusually intelli gent and all fighting men, from the crown of the head to the sole of the foot. We cannot speak too highly in praise of the rapidity, with which the Guards have attained excellence in the manual and company movements. After twelve the Guards fell in, and marched under the “arbor,” where tables were groaning beneath the savory viands contributed by the ladies of Greenville and the county. By desire of the ununiformed citi zens, Mr. Wm. 11. Peck addressed the Guards in a brief speech, making them welcome to the banquet, and commending their patriotism. Mr. Henry R. Harris also ad dressed the Guards in his usual elo quent and apropos style. By re quest he theft read an ode, composed by Mrs. Eliza A. Harris and dedi cated to the “ Echols Guards.” The lines.are too beautiful to be lost, aiid we take the liberty to publish them: Brave eons of our Country I wc speed you to battle, Though fondly we love you, we still bid you go. The daughters of heroes! no weakness shall keep us From urging you on, to the camp of the foe. \Ye weep* o'er our Country in sorrow and anguish, We mourn for the homes once so peaceful and bright, Our heartstrings are wrong, but we give up our lov'd one3, To gird on their armor and go forth to the fight. The pule which blows back from the land of the foemen. May bear to our oars the stern cannon’s loud noise } But still it will tell us, that first on the ram parts, Were Georgia's brave soldiers— crur own gallant boys / Good Angels go with you, wherever you wander, The angels of home,- and the angels of love j The tears of a sister, the prayers of a mother, Will call an invisible guard from above. 0, God of the battle! sustain our defenders, Protect them from danger, protect them from harm; And when face to face with the foes of their country, Give fire to (be heart, and give strength to the arm. Three cheer's then for Georgia, three cheers for our Country, The land of the free, which no danger retards; And atill let the welkin rUg cheers for the County Which sends forth her flowers —the brave “Echols Guards.” • This ode was printed upon the white bar of a miniature flag of our Confederacy, of which flags there were three upon the table. Lieutenant E. C. Mobley, of the Guards, responded in a nervous and patriotic speech, devoting his life and fortune and those of his warrior-com rades to the glory and defence of his country. The banquet then received its hearty dues from the Guards, af ter which the ladies and citizens gen erally, paid their “ devours" to the feast. It is worthy to mention that although numerous bachelors and widowers were ealled upon for a speech for the ladies, hot one very brief res ponse to the call was gained. All honor to Mr. James A. Render f We regret that we have not before us copies of the various mottoes, printed on white satin, which adorned a Mount Blanc of a cake presented by Mrs. John A. Simonton. On one of the flags, floating from a fine ham, was the motto, “Victory Attend You! Georgia Weekly, To the Echols Guards!” On another beautiful flag was inscribed this motto, “Georgia! We Yield the Palm to None.” At 2 P. M. the Guards were again drilled, bet without muskets. We were astonished at the proficiency at* ' tainc-d in so short a time, and this ex cellence spdaks wdl for Capt. C. W. Howard, us a drill master, and for the Guards as intelligent and obedi ent soldiers. The Home Guards! We give below a list of the officers of the Home Guards, organized last week in Greenville. ‘lf driven to the need, we doubt not that our Governor would have no cause to summon the Home Guards to the battle field. They will rush there when they deem their presence necessary. The Home Guards are principally composed of our “ silver gray" citi zens, but there is many a member of the company that oanshake “ the fill ing” from the “Kangaroo!” W. A. Adams, Captain. J. T. Owkns, Ist Lieutenant, Jessfe Patuidge, 2d “ Martin Andrews, 8d “ J. L. Banning, Ist Sergeant, Peter Strozier, 2d “ Jno. S. Blalock, 8d “ ; ' Myron Ellis, 4th “ J. W. Anthony, Ist Corporal, 11. R. Harris, 2d “ W. D. Tinsley, 3d “ Obediah Warner, 4th “ Anew piece, appropriate to passing political- events, and in which Gen. Scott, Maj. Anderson and Roger Pryor figure as dramatis personae , is announced at the New Bowery for this evening. It is entitled the “ Traitor’s Doom ; or, the Fate of Secession.” The b’hoys will muster strong on this occasion.—2Y. Y. Herald, May 6th. Old Bennett thinks “ the likes o’ that” appropriate to passing political events! Here we see one of the means used to stimulate the “ b’hoys” to glory! Since Roger A. Pryor roasted old Bennett in the Capitol, old -T. G. B. is very brave—on paper — Herald paper. Wonder if old Scott and Saint Anderson are not the real traitors ! The “b’hoys” will have it all their own way in Bow-wow ery, but we think Roger A. Pryor & Cos. will introduce “Dixie’s Land” with Beauregard variations as after pieces when they Bow-how-ery it in Virginia. Our County Volunteers. The Mountain Rangers. —This fine Company, under the command of Capt. Gus. Howard, went into camp life on Friday, the 10th inst. The Echols Guards are still encamped near the Warm Springs. The Mer riwether Volunteers are also in camp, at Flat Rock. The boys are growing impatient, and as they hear of the windy North are eager to be led to the battle. Tit for Tat. - Jeff. Davis was hanged in effigy in Boston two weeks ago.— Exchange. • Well, we hanged Abe. Lincoln and burned him in effigy in Greenville three weeks ago. There we got ahead of Wooden-Nutmegdom. Besides, we accommodated James Gordon Bennett in the same wav. Attention Soldiers 1 Each of the Companies of Volun teers from Merriwether County will contain a Reporter to The Georgia Weekly, thereby furnishing an excel lent medium of correspondence be tween the Soldier and his Family and Friends. The Georgia Weekly will contain the latest reliable news from the Army, and should be in.the hands of every man in the county. Now is the time to subscribe. We refer our readers to the communication of “A Subscriber,” as regards The Southern Teacher , a first class Magazine published in Mont gomery, Ala., by Mr. Wm. S. Barton, the well known grammarian. Its excellence and cheapness, and the necessity of aiding works of its kind in the South, should give it a wide circulation. . jjgp A Pie Nic is to be held at the encampment of The Merrhvether Volunteers, Flat Rock, to-day ; and wc are informed that a “ Neighbor hood Dinner” will be given there on Saturday, the 18th inst, to do honor to Capt. Ector’s company, ggy* We call attention to the ad vertisement of Mr. TEomas Leslie, of Troup, as regards his New Flour ing Mills. We shall soon need a fresh supply of flour in our cojiuty, and all will do well to encourage Mr. Leslie in his most useful enterprise. ggp- The thanks of The Georgia Weekly office are due to Mrs. C. Campbell, for her very acceptable present of a bowl of delicious butter. jjgp Another Company, the fourth from Merriwether, is now being raised, and we understand that the muster roll is rapidly filling.