PERCY JOHNSTON stood waiting on the broad veranda of an old-style Southern home, on a bright November day in 1903. He had just come from Blue Mound Station, three miles away, with suit-case in hand. "Would it be possible for me to secure room and board here for a few days?" he inquired of the elderly woman who answered his knock.…
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