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obligations to foreign powers, which thus far have shown but little sympathy or friendship for our cause. Pensacola. Two lads, who successfully made their escape from the thraldom of the Yankees at Pensacola, have arrived at Greenville, Ala., and the Observer gets from them the following information: They represent the dwellings of Hon. S. R. Mallory, (Secretary of the C. S. Navy,) Mrs. Dalles, and our own, as seized and polluted by occupation by these miscreant invaders. Major Chase's residence is their headquarters. They have also taken possession of our printing office, and say that they are going to commence the publication of a Federal sheet soon. We regret exceedingly to learn that which was seriously feared when we left Pensacola; that some of those who had been so clamorous in their exultation for the secession of the South have turned their coats and become base and damnable traitors. Some of them were even volunteers in the beginning of the war, and m
aughter and delight; but their constant cheers were soon drowned in the earth shaking noise of squadrons thundering along the road, and the jar and jingle and rush of flying artillery dashing forward with ten-horse teams! But one hearty old dame, standing at her gate, with waving 'kerchief, insisted on being heard, as she repeatedly shouted, at the top of her voice, "Hurrah, my Dixie boys! I told 'em you'd come, boys! Hurry! hurry down the road after 'em!--they're only half a mile ahead! Chase 'em away, my brave Dixie boys! I've wanted to get rid of the blue varmints a long while! Hurrah for our cavalry!" "Quick, lads, quick!" shouted an old farmer with stentorian lungs and with much gesticulation; "quick, or they'll escape, the rascals! Cut 'em down, and spare none of the thieving scoundrels!"--In fact, the race of two or three miles was more like a holiday spectacle than aught else. Teams would stand at the wagon or plough — negroes rushed to the fence and perched there on,