National Affairs: Robins Into Rogers

Early last September a plow-nosed man with a beard alighted from a bus at Whittier, in the Great Smoky Mountains, 60 mi. west of Asheville, N.C. Soon most of Whittier's 287 inhabitants knew him by sight. He was affable and talkative, gave his name as Reynolds Rogers. He bought a pair of blue overalls, put on an old sweater and cap, cut himself a tall staff and began taking walks in the hills. He built a lookout in a tree on a knoll, a rude altar on another hillside. People living in the same boarding...

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