We regret to have to record another brutal murder, committed by that madman, Gus Johnson, whose deeds of violence render him ‘the terror of all who come in his way. His victim, this time, was a negro named Alfred McCarver, and the deed was done in cold blood, without provocation or pre meditation. The circumstances, as reported to us upon reliable authority, are as follows: Johnson was in the city day before yesterday, and in the afternoon left for some point below. At King’s ferry, on the Coosa, he hailed the ferryman, Alfred McCarver, and ordered him to bring over the boat. The negro started to do so, when Johnson called to him to hurry up. The negro replied that he was hurry ing all that he could. This answer enraged Johnson, who, with an oath, raised his shotgun and fired on the unfortunate negro, killing him almost instantly. At the time he shot, Miss Morton, the daughter of Mr. ©. P. Morton, was riding by on a high-met tled horse, which became frightened and ran away, dashing her to the ground and severely injuring her. After this inhuman murder, Johnson coolly rode off and is still at large. He should be hunted down like a wild beast and no effort or expense spared to find him and bring him to the jus tice he has so often and go fouly out raged.