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Abstract

In December, 1875, a tall, spare man in middle life arrived in a small village in interior Florida. He strolled silently about the town, asked no questions of any of the citizens, moved into the wilderness westward of the village, and walked through the deep sand around the heavy scrub of palmetto growth into the forest of tall pines. No human habitation or evidence of human activity appeared as he continued his way in the wood. On his right he caught the gleam of a small lake, He followed a narrow opening into a cypress woods, draped with fairy-like grey moss, and continued on through the sand until he arrived on a knoll. He looked about him at the lay of the land and gazed at the long, pine-studded slope toward the blue waters of another lake. With a studied, critical eye he estimated the worth of the land about him and decided this was the location that would best meet the requirements for his contemplated venture. Here he planned his homestead, and he felled the tall oaks and pines for a house of logs. A niece, who visited the place as a little girl in 1879, described the house as one built in the Florida style of that day, with long porches running the entire length on both sides, “galleries” they were called, and rooms arranged on either side of a “Blow-Way.”

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