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BY CARL MCINTIRE Sunday Feature Writer
Sweating down the dust-filled lanes in summer, wading through the depthless mires of spring, suffering the chills and aches of winter, Bishop Green rode on.
On horseback, by cart, buggy or wagon, even on steamships, in any kind of weather at any season of the year, William Mercer Green was determined that the Episcopalians of Mississippi were to be visited. He even secured passes to visit behind enemy lines and often ignored the plagues of fever. He was away for weeks, even months, at a time as he traversed the state from brorder to border, making the rounds at least once a year.
IT WAS NOT UNUSUAL for him to have to pause along the way sometimes, perhaps for several days, to regain his strength as he suffred from vertigo, and was stricken with some regularity.
