To make them out.”
A FOUNTAIN, A BOTTLE, A DONKEY’S EARS AND SOME BOOKS
Old Davis owned a solid mica mountain
In Dalton that would some day make his fortune.
There’d been some Boston people out to see it:
And experts said that deep down in the mountain
The mica sheets were big as plate glass windows.
He’d like to take me there and show it to me.
“I’ll tell you what you show me. You remember
You said you knew the place where once, on Kinsman,