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F. R. FILDES, Editor. VOL. VIII. PROFKSSION .Vl^. DU. E. A. JELKS, Practicing P ny s i c ian, QUITIMtACT GA. Office : Brick building adjoining store ot Messrs. Briggs, Jelks & Cos., Screven street. January 31, 1873. 5-tt _ JAMES H. HUNTER^ anb Counsellor at fain, QUITMAN, CA. fgf OmCK, IN THE Coi'KT llOCSK.'®^ March 17, 1871. W. B. Bennkt S. T. Ki.nosbkiikt BENNET X KISGSBEUY, ATTORUF.YS AT LAW, Q-1 man. Brooks County, Georgia. February 7. 1873 0 J. C. GALLAIIER, ATTORNEY AT LAW, QUITMAN , QA. “TXT IT J. practice in the Superior Courts in all \V the Counties of tlte Southern Circuit: in the Supreme Court of Georgia, and in the Dls trict Court of the United* States, at Savannah And in special cases, in the Counties of Madison and Jefferson, Florida. £PfT Office : Mclntosh House. 37-3 m EDWARD K HARDEN, ATTORNEY AT LAW, QUITMAN,.GEORGIA, Office, In'tbc Court House, second floor May ‘26, 1872. ' It DENTISTRY. Dh D. L.‘ RICKS, HAVING recently \' y- r . attended a thor- v\V.M A/?’ ough Course of Lee- \ i -» tines and graduated Dental College, has retu. ned to Quit man, V,; AX 7 and reopened bis of- -Iw'V /Jr fice. -ijw- Tbankful so friends and patrons for past favors, he will be pleased to serve them in future. Good work and mod erate charges. March 14, IBJ3. 11-foo Dk J. S. N.SNOW, 0 EN.TI.ST, QUITMAN GEORGIA T> E.NPBOTFCU.Y solicits It: patronage of the Citizens of lirooks county*, and will endeavor. r J -4_U_l_l_LT by faithfully executing all work entrusted to him, to merit their C 1 nfldence. Charges moderate, and work guaranteed. up stairs, overJ. Tillman’s store. March 21, 187:!. 4’> ly Miscellaneous. QUITMAN DRUj STORE, McCALL&GROOVER, JDr.AI.KKS IN _ Drims. Medicines, Paints, Oils, 'if*" VARNISHES, Dye Stuff*, Wri HR USB ES, Perfume- V, ry, loilel Article s, do, Notify the public that they will keep on hand ccmplete and fresh stocks, and sell the same at a reasonable profit. This is Exclusively a Drug Store, and the en tire attention of the junior member of the firm wiil be given to the business. We respectfully solicit the patronage of the public. Quitman, Feb. 2, J 873. ly ■DIt. M. O. WII.KIXBOV. n«- * . D. SMITH. LARGE EBUB SISN, WILKINSON & SMITH, KEEP on hand a Complete Stock */}cr\ - _ot Fresh and Pure MED m N.£S* And many of the best y cLntrJl-. oLiuMut-* Also, White T.ead, Varnishes, Paints and Oils, Soaps, Tobacco, Sugars, Toilet Articles, Ac. AU of which will be sold on reasonable terms. Prescriptions carefully compounded. Quitman, Ga., Jan .21, 1873. GUANOS. PIXCENIX GUANO. mum to M4SIPILATED tit:•». The celebrated guanos imported and prepared bv Wilcox, Gibbs A Cos , .Savannah, Ga., and rharleston. S C., arc for sale for cash, or on credit on accommodating terms, payable in cOt toa, by J. U. FINCH, Agent, ’ Quitman, Georgia. Special attention is called to the use of the Phtrnix Guano composted with Cotton Seed. Send or apply as above for circulars, gti mg IP* timooials from planters, prices, terms, Ac. jo ot Tottoii Din Repairs. THE undersigned is’prepared to repair anu nlace id good order Cotton Giui. Saws sharpened and Brushes Ailed, so a., to make them as good as wlieu uew. U ill visit any por tiou of the country, w hen notthed that se. vice, are needed. J. i. IALMLR. July -0, 187- (The Qofwm Banner. Nodical -4 A ASS WEE TO A QUESTION. Do you ever *ish in your lonely hour, That you were a mau with a man's great powers, That you could hew with a brawny arm. That you could speak with a Grattan’s charm, That you could be in the Nation’s realm A Caisar ruling his fellow-men ? Do yOu never long to be strong and great?- Or are you content with your womau’s fate? In my darkest moments of deep distress. I have never wished myself more nor less; I have never pined for adman's strong power, Or imploied my God for a richer dower— Than the tender be-art of a woman true, The impulse to wish aud the will to do Sweet of mercy and lovely grace, That “make sunshine in a shady place.” I have home, where i»y charities have full play, To expand, like a rose in the light of the day; I’ve the world where the poor and the sad a bound, I can pour my balm in the aching wound; What more have you? from my platform high My woman's weak bunds can touch the sky, Can yours do more? though you plan and plot, My friend, what are you that I am not? Two niches there are in the world's great wall, We can fill them, and that is all; Man's stature stands with a taller height, But womau's gleams with a purer white; What if her size is somewhat low, What if she make a lesser show, She fills her niche, man fills his. friend; Now, w hat is the difference in the end? I thank God that in gracious mood He gave me the crown ot my womanhood; That he fenced me in vlth a woman’s state, That he gave me all of a woman's fate; Her tears to shed and her woes to feel, Her heart as true as the truest steel; And, if to mv feet narrow paths are given, I know that I’ll easier reach yon heaven. (From Ballou’s Magazine.) MY ALLIGATOR. BY N..P. DARUXG. I suppose I am the most eccentric man in the whole towu of Nabsegum. My neighbors say so, at least, anti I accept it as a fact. “It is rather odd for a man to fill his house with stuffed monkeys, lions, tigers, beats, snakes, and all kinds of beasts, b rds aud reptiles, now isn’t it? Well, that is just what Uve done, and I keep doing it. I have quite a museum, I assure you; and I am adding to it ev ery day. lVrhaps it is needless to inform you that I am a bachelor, as you have guess ed that already. No married man would be allowed to keep an African lion, a royal Bengal tiger, a boa-constrictor, a dozen monkeys aud an immense alliga tor in his drawing-room. No, if a man wants suclt company, be must remain .ingle, although I assure yon, nta’am, that it is not a love for suclt society that has kept me a bachelor. On the con trary, it was from fear of being bamboo zled into matrimony by a certain terri ble female of my acquaintance, who got into a very bad habit of calling upon me eight tiroes per week, that I purchased the first of my collection, a splendid great rbinocens, and set him up iu the liont ball. The rhinoceros did excellently well for a lew days; hut Mrs. Maneater, finding the frontdoor guarded, pounced upon me through the back door. Then I bought me a handsome stuffed lion and set him op in the kitchen, and for a week that terrible female was kept at hay, hut at last she gathered courage to face the rhinoceros, and once more I fooud myself in her power. I went on adding to my collection. I bought the most fer. cioas looking ani mals l could find, and filled every room in the house with them, bnt without avail; Mrs. Maneater was determined not to be frightened again, and I found myself completely in her power, from the fact, my dear sir, that it has always been aud probably always will be im possible for me to say no to a woman. Mrs. Maneater is my next door neigh bor. She owns the house in which she lives, and it is a very handsome house, too, and Mrs. Maneater is a yery hand some woman. “Beauty’s brightest colors Have decked her out in all the hues of heaven;” aud she'B young, too—not over thirty, and as I am forty, trod rather goo#look ing and quite wealthy, it isn’t at all singular that Mrß. Maneater should have selected roe for her next victim. I have been acquainted with Mrs. Man eater now about fourtecu months. The first time I saw her I was delighted with her, for she is a delightful woman, and ul though I am a bachelor of forty, I haven’t remaineti single on account of any particular dislike for the sex. 0 no! I admire the sex, and I came very near falling in love with Mrs. Maneater at first sight. Mrs. Maueater is a tall woman. Lon gitudinally she suits me exactly. The top of her bead reaches just to my eye - brows. Then ;there is a fullness about her from that I rather like. Iler hair, too, is just the color that pleases me—black as a raven’s wing and exceedingly luxu riant, while as to her eyes—well, if I had had ’em made for me, they couldn’t have saited roe better. In tact, there’s only one bad -thing about Mrs. Maneater. As you uevor would guess what that one bad tbiug is, I’m going to tell you. It is on account *of this uqc thing that I call her a terri. HERE SHALL THE PRESS THE PEOPLE’S HIUHTS MAINTAIN, UNAWED BY PEAR AND UNBRIBED BY QAIN. QUITMAN, GEO., APRIL 10, 1873. ble female. She is very beautiful, as I have observed before, and I’m sure sbo would make an excellent wife', but, alas! 1 she has one infernal bad habit, and I shudder every time I think ot it. No matter how good a husband she gets, she’s sure to bury him within six mouths after marriage ! She has Mono that thing now four times in rapid succession. Yes nts’am, this beautiful but terrible female has had four husbands, and she put every one of them in their little beds within six months of their wedding clays. In the Nahsegunt cemetery, ranged in a line, are four beautiful tombstoues, and be neath them lie the bones of Mrs. Man eater’s four husbands. Now, I like to see a woman enterpris ing, and if she has a taste for marrying a great deal, or rather, if she thinks it is her mission to marry as many men as she can in a certain number of years, why, I'm sure I don’t want to stand in the way of her mission; but I do object, most decidedly, sir, to being a woman’s filth husband That’s the kind of a man I am, and I don’t hesitate to say so right out; but I couldn’t tell Mrs, Maueater so. I knew, the fiist time I saw her, when I looked down into her glorious eyes, that if she Blntold say to me, in that winning way of hers : ‘O Wellington, will you, will you, will you, will you come to the bower?’ that 1 couldn’t say no, notwithstanding tbc horror I have of being her fifth. 1 said to myself, 'Wellington Waggles, if that woman finds out your weak point, you’re a doomed man. Salt won’t save yon. She has marked you for her own— with the, figure five. Protect yourself if yon can. Buy a dog; buy two dogs; buy anything, no matter what, if you have the least bopo that it will protect you from that terrible female.’ ‘Well, as the reader knows, I bought a rhinoceros, a lion, a tiger, bears, wolves, catamounts, snakes, etc,, but alas! they couldn’t frighten Mrs. Man eater. She had too many dead husbands to be scared by a dead lion, even if it was stuffed, and got up so as to look most ferociously. I was in despair; and as if so make my misery more complete, Mrs Mancat er made tne a present of a dozen very fine handkerchiefs, and in otto corner of each, instead of my initials, she hud worked the figure five 1 ’Great heavens!’ cried I, as my number stared tpo in the face, ‘this is too terri ble! This is perfectly awful! 0 , must Ibe her fifth? Is there no escope from this dread female?’ I erfed, wildly clasp- | ing the form of my most ferocious look ing stuffed lion, while his tail, slowly wagging to and fro in the evening breeze, seemed to answer, ‘None, none, none!’ • Whilo I was hugging my lion, and bewailing my sad fate, the door-bell rang. •’TisSlteUl groaned, wildly tearing the liou’s hair, and wiping nty eyes with his tawny mane. But I was agreeably disappointed. The servant entered bearing a card, ‘John Jones, New York.’ ‘Show him up,’said I. A moment later Mr. J. Jones appeared ye was a young man and rather hand some. Perhaps you have noticed that the Joneses ate handsome,- especially the girls. ‘This is Mr. Woggies, I believe,’ said j Jones, glancing around at the liou, tiger, j bear, snakes and monkeys. ‘You can stake your money on that, I Jones,’ I replied. ‘Wellington Woggies?’ I ‘The yery same, my dear Jones,’ I \ cried, grasping hie hand. ‘Glad to see j you, old fellow. How is Tom Jones, and Davy, and the rest of them?’ ' ‘Tbey’ie all quite well, thank you, re plied Jones. ‘And—well, you have called to—-’ ‘Sell you an alligator. ’ ' ‘Sell me what?’ 'An alligator, Mr. Woggies.’ ‘Jones,’ said I, ’ate you joking? Have you come here to trifle with my feelings? Because, Mr. Jones, you havq touched j my weak spot. An alligator is just j what my soul is yearning for. lam so , peculiarly situated, Jones, that nothing but an alligator can save me from a j fate worse than—O heavens, Jones, were you ever a fifthV ) •I don’t know as I understand j you Mr. Woggies,’ replied Jones. ‘All I’ve got to say is this ; if you want to boy an alligator, I’v ( got just tho rep tile you want.’ • ’ls he alive, Jones?’ •Weil, no, bnt be’s just as good as a live one.’ » ’How’s that? Will he ebaw up things? Will he walk around, and whisk his tail just like alive one?’ ‘Exactly. That’s just what he will do. Yon see, he’s fitted np inside with machinery, and all you’ve got to do is lo: wind him up with this ’ere key, aud he’ll | l>e as lively as a cricket.’ •Jonas, name your price. That alli gator is mine. Wheie is he? ‘There he is,’ answered Jones, Jraw in'r me to the window, aud pointing to a horse and wagon mat stood in front of the house. Do you see that long hex in the wagon?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Well, the alligator is in that box. Yoo bee, Mr. VVuggtea, I beard that you were tuud of Kucti aud learu** j \ug that you bad no alligator iu your collection, why, I brought the 'reptile right along, feeling sure that you’d want ’im. ‘And I do want him, Jones, that is— well, you warrant him to chaw?’ ‘Yes, sir.’ ‘Then I’ll take him. Bring the critter io.’ Jones named the price, I agreed to it, and then he went down to the wagon, and, with the help of my man Sam, got the box out on to the sidewalk, took off the cover, wound up the machinery of the reptile, and, my surprise and delight, the monster walked out of the box, and, with a sly Bwitoh ot his long tail, knock ed Sam to tlm ground, and then quietly walked up the steps, into the house, and confronted me in the parlor with wide open jaws. ‘Good heavens, Jones!’ I cried, 'the dam thing is alive!’ ‘He’s just as good, yes, better than a live one,’ said Jones. ‘Don’t be afraid, he won’t hurt you,’ as the huge monster snapped his jaws right under my nose. ‘He’s just a little playful.’ ‘I never heard of playful machinery before said I. ‘And you never saw snch perfect ma chinery before,’ returned Jones. ‘No, 1 suppose uot; but, dang if, can’t you let bis machinery run down?’ 1 ask ed; tor you see he kept suappiug at my uose. ‘He’s wound up fur twenty-four hours,’ replied ‘but you can stop his jaw by just touching this spring bole;’ and he pressed one of the scales. ‘This spriug, touching another scale, ‘makes his tail wag.’ *1 should think so!' cried I, as the al ligator’s tail swept round, and knocked my stuffed lion half way across the room, ‘This spring stops the wagging. This spring makes him walk.’ ‘Jones,’ said I, ‘will he swallow?’ ‘Swallow?’ Jones looked up at me inquiringly. ‘What do you want him to swallow?’ ‘O, nothing in particnlar.’said Ij'only if he can swallow I should like to know it.’ ‘Why the machinery is in tho way, you see,’ returned Jones. ‘He might get some small things down his throat thongh.’ ‘You—yon don’t think ho conld diH pose of—of a woman—a widow, for in stance, do you, Joues ?' 1 thought the alligator snickered. As for Junes, he stared at me aghast. ‘Why, Mr. Woggies, you wouldn’t—’ ‘0 no, I wouldn’t let him, Mr. Jones. I was just asking out for curiosity Yon see, my next door neighbor is a widow lady, and she calls to see mo quite often, and it wonld be internal bad —that is, for her—if the alligator should take a notion to swallow her.’ ‘Yes, hut he aint one of them kind of alligators, you know.’ ‘Well, T 'm glad to hear that ho is per fectly gentle aDd kind; and no.w, Mr. Jones, if you will just step into the next room, I’ll pay you for the reptile.’ After having settled with Jones, I bade him good-night and returned to my alli gator, nnd began exercising him a little in snapping hisjaws, wagging .his tail and walking. I found that I could work him firatrate in everything except in the management of his fail. 1 couldn’t get under control. I touched the spring, and the next moment found myself sprawling un der the piano, while the tail kept sweep ing around, knocking over chairs, tables, aud my Bluffed animals—O, how the monkeys flew! aud smashing my china vases, and tho ornaments on the mautel, and working destruction generally to j everything within reach of its terrible j sweep. ‘By George ! I wish Mrs. Manestev would pop in now. It’s rr.y opinion she’d look fuitker for number five.’ ‘O, you do!’ •Where the deuce did that voice come from?’ I asked, peering around the room. The alligator snapped his jaws. 'Hold on, Mr. Alligator, I didn’t touch that spring 1’ I cried. The alligator winked one oye aud then started for me. ‘Egad! he is alive!’ I yelled, rolling mytolf in a heap under the piano. ‘Como out o’ that,’ growled the alliga tor, poking bis huge jaws under the pi ano.’and snapping at my leg. O horrors! alive and talking?’ ‘Yes, I do feel rather lively,’ replied the alligator, wiggling his tail facetious ly. ‘Now I will believe that there are uni corns,’ I groaned. ‘A talking alligator! and in the samo room witl me, with no hope of escape. O, this is worse than being number fine /’ ‘Do you think so now ?’ with a hoarse laugh. ‘O, spare me, Mr. Alligator I •Not if I know myself, Mr. Woggies. I haven’t bal anything to eat for three days, and I am decidedly hungry.’ •But, dangnation, my dear Mr. Alliga -1 tor, if all you want is something to eat, just step down to the dining-room, with ! me, and I’ll order the cook to prepare a supper for you fit for an alderman, i ‘O, don’t trouble yourself, Mr. Wog gies. I prefer my vittles raw,’ returned the alligator, with an affectionaft; glance ' at ray fat legs. ‘O, Got in Himmell would you cat me?’ *0 wont 1?’ laughed the alligator. This was terrible. I don’t think the reader appreciates how terrible. Only think of roe, curled up under the piano, with au immense alligator snapping tii» huge jaws in my face, and declaring in i the English latigonge (which made it fur more terrible) that he was going to mane a supper of me. 0, it was awful. I trembled so as to fairly shake the house, while the cold peispiratiou stood out iu drops like frog’s eyes all over me. ‘Do you know,’ said I, looking sternly at the jilligatpr, ‘that this is unlawful ? Do you know that it is a criminal offence to eat a man? Don’t you know that you will be hanged for it?’ The alligator laughed. I must be con victed first, and to do that, I must be tried by a jury of my peers—that is twelve alligators, and do you think they would bring me in gnilty? Not much. They might bring in a verdict of insani ty, but 1 would not care a vvbisk of my tail abont that.’ ‘Did you ever study lay*'?’ I asked. ‘No, but I’ve eaten a judge four lawyers. ’ ‘And I’m to be your next victim?’ ‘Well, it looks like it now,’ returned the saurian,‘but still I’ll let you off on conditions.’ ‘Name them!’ 1 yelled; ‘name then)!’ The alligator was humming ‘Hear me Norma,’ and beating time with his tail. ‘O, don’t yell so, Woggies 1 You’ve put. me all out of tune. What a very excit able fellow you arc!’ ‘The conditions! the conditions!’ ‘Still harping on my daughter. By tho way, Wogg, did you ever see Nod Booth in llatnlot?’ ‘Confound Hamlet! Name your con ditions!’ I cried. 'Well, in Ihe first place,’ said the alli gator, snapping at a fly, 'I must ask you a question. Do you believe in the trans migration of souls’’ ‘No, by thunder! I don’t swallow that doctrine.’ •Well, you must swallow it. If you don’t I’ll swallow you.’ And he opened his jaws-to the wiliest extent. ‘O spare me! I believe! I’m convinc ed!’ I cried, in terror. ‘Very good, Mr. Woggies. Then you believe that when I was on tho earth before, and wore whiskers (I don’t mean this kind of whiskers),’ lashing his tail, ‘I bore the name of Jim Longdou?' ‘Did you, though?’ ‘’Pon honor, Woggies.’ ‘Egad!’ said I, ‘Jim this is getting in teresting.’ ‘And it’s going to be more so, Wog gies. Now, perhaps you know a cer tain Mrs. Maneater?’ 'Know her? Alasl I know her but 100 well. She’s a terrible female.’ •Well, that isn’t so singular, consider ing I’m her grandfather.’ ‘Her what ?’ ‘Her grandfather, my dear Woggies,’ repeated the alligator, with a smile. •Hal’ ‘And now for the conditions.’ ‘0 spare me, Mr. Alligator—my dear Jim—' ‘Why, that’s what I’m going to do,’ interrupted tho saurian. ‘l’m going to spare you, provided you solemnly swear to marry my granddaughter Mrs. Man eater within twenty-four hours.’ Now, I don’t know what my reader may think, but for my part, the moment tho alligator declared bis relationship to. Mrs. Maneater I began to be suspicious. ‘Now 1 think ot it,’ I muttered, ‘that voice sounds very familliar. I’m very sore I’ve heard that voico before. It’s a woman’s voice. It’s—’ ‘Swear,’ growled the alligator. ‘He’s quiet now,’ thought I. ‘0 te j spring and I am safe.’ ‘Swear to many her, Woggies.’ ‘Not if I kuow myself, Jim,’ I cried, starting up and jumping clear over the j alligator, tail and all. Then rushing through the doorway, I closed the door j behind me, and locking it, eurveyed my | alligator through the keyhole. ‘Foiled 1’ muttered tho saurian, lash ing his tail in a rage. After awhile he quieted down a little. Then I noticed that he was suflering with some internal difficulty. IDs groans al most melted my fieart. At !a“t with a wail more terrible than all the rest, he lashed bis tail three times, and rolling over on to his back, cried, in a voice that I knew bnt too well, 'l’ve broken the key, and Can’t get oot 1 I’oa lost, list! I never shali get my fifth!' I went to bed then, and went to sleep with a smile upon my countenance, and awoko next morning wearing a broad grin. » After dressing myself, T went down and took a peep at my alligator through the keyhole. Fiuding him quiet, I did not venture to molest him thou, but Went down to breakfast. Upon taking up the morning paper, I found there had been a railroad aouideut the night before, aud among the list of killed 1 found the uame of John Jones, of New York. I was quietly sipping my cofl-e, when my housekeeper rushed in, crying, ‘0 Mr. Woggies, have you beard the terri ble news?’ ‘About the railroad disaster?’ ‘No, Mrs Maneater —she's missing I They’re going to drag the river for Iter.' ‘What, do they think she’s committed suicide? ‘Yes, or that she's becu murdered.' ‘Horrible !’ The housekeeper went off moaning. Then I took a cup of coff e and a cou ple of muffins aud woot up to the draw ing room. ‘Jim,’ said I, speaking through the keyhole,‘would you like a muffin?’ ‘0 yes,’ m a very faiul voice. | $2.00 per Annual NO. 15 ‘Will you be quiet if I coilfe iu?’ ' Ves ’. I opened the door, and going Up to the alligator, who made no hostile demon strations, passed the muffins and the cup of coffee down his throat ‘Thank you, Mr. Wogglee,’ in a Tory soft voice. ‘Do you know, dim,’ said I, 'that your granddaughter Mrs. Maueater is miss ing?’ Jim didn’t answer; ‘Furthermore, Mr. John Jones, the only man, whom I suspect that knew any thing about her'disappearance, was kill. | cd Inst night.’ i The alligator groaned and threw up tbo coffee cup. 1 ‘Now, Jim,’ I continued, ‘if yott know I anything about Mrs. Maueatere whers i abouts, and will tell die* and further more, if you'll ask my patdon for fright en# g me so last night, and will give up all designs you may have had for mak ing me your granddaughter’s fifth. I’ll send you back to your native swamp.’ ‘Never!’ yelled the alligator. ‘Very well, then you remain with me.’ Aud he never has from that day to this. He dosen’t talk a great deal, and is genet ally pretty quiet. His appetite is poor for ati alligator, aud he persists iu having his meat cooked. He is quite fond of beef-steak, roast turkey, with oyster snucp, and likes sugar and milk in his tea. I’m qnite fond of him. I as sure you, for he is really very intelligent for an alligator. He is very mild and gentle, and is exceedingly fond of com pany, ulthough bo never talks to any one but mo. But it’s very singular, I think, dear render, that Mrs. Maueater has never been lieaid of since the night 1 bought my alligator. A Bullied SliciifTuntl a Bold Crimi nal. Tho people, of Maine nnd New Hamp shire remember the exploits of Gen F. Nutter, the Farmington forger, who less than two years ago left for parts un known, after which it was discovered that ho had obtained many thousands of dollars by means of forged tiotea that were held by banks in Dover, Farming ton, and 'Rochester, and by private capi talists. A large reward was offered for his arrest, and sometime during the last weeks of 1812 his victims heard that Nultcr was living in Florida. Accord ingly Deputy Sheriff Guo. D. Savage, of Alton, was sent to Florida to hunt up MR Nutter nnd bring him back to lu'h anxious fi tends in this Stare. Tire Portsmouth Times relates that Mr. Sav age, after finding Nutter was living qui etly with his family, and was engaged in tlm lumber trade, running a largo saw mill and apparently doing a heavy busi ness, in which he employed a large gang of negroes, procured a requisition from the Governor of Florida, and with a posse of a half dozen proceeded to make the arrest. He found Mr. Nutter without much difficulty, and being old acquaintances, they shook hands oordia'ly. N utter joc ularly said, “Well, George, I suppose you have come for me.’’ ‘Yes,’ said Sav age,‘that’s my business; you know what my coming means.’ ‘Well,’says Niltter, T suppose I shall have to go with yotf, hut you must give me a few minutes to arrange my affairs with my wife and family, atid fix up my things a little. * ’Of course, ’ said Savage;'no objection to that;’and Nutter proceeded to give or ders about one thing and another, while Savage watched him closely to see that lie made no attempt to escape. But it seems tli u t ho gave some orders not understood by the Deputy Sheriff, for suddenly there appeared upon tho scene nearly a hundred negroes, armed with pistols, guns and other murderous im plements. Then Mr. Nutter u*»nm and the attitude of master, and in a tone of authority not to be misunderstood, noti fied the Deputy Sheriff aud his posse that he would give them just three minutes to leave his premises. Ho also told hi* i friend George’ riot to show his face a gain iri that region if ho valued his life. The officer did value it, aud has arrived at homo without Nutter. . A Plurlila Omuer GrotTi A correspondent of the New York Sun who has been down oti lodiau rivet 1 in Florida, gives the following description ; of Duuiuiitt’s orange grove on that river: Dumrnitt's grove has produced 000,000 otanges this season. He say* he will I taiso a million next year. four jyeais ago tho trees were nearly destroy ed by insects, but they have fully reo.v --! erud and look finer than ever. This grove is celebrated throughout the State. 1 It is looked upon as a kind of Mecca by ! the orange producers of Florida. It I ousts Capt. Dummitt not quite SIOOO a year to keep his magnificent glove iu or der. Six hundred thousand oranges at i two cents a piece on the tree* would give him a nett incotn,e of SII,OOO a year, and one million oranges would give him a nett income of $19,000. But a first- I class grove, fully developed, ought to ; average 3000 oranges to the tree- Many trees yield 5000, and one tree iu the old | Baton grove, near is said to have produced 10,000 oranges in one year. Dnmmitt’s grove, iu the bands of iu shrewd Yankee possessed of Duiu— j mitt’s experience, would turn iu an iu -1 come of $50,000 to SIO,OOO a year, pro j v idr and the oranges could bo sold at tbe I present ptieo.