Full Value—The Glass Mountain: A Fable
Posted on: May 9, 2016
[Photo] Andreas Schmidt
NEW SANTA FE, MISSOURI, 1875
The old mountaineer sat on the porch facing West. Not yet fully blind, he savored a strange blizzard of light: it had a pleasant, high noon heat, as white as angels flocking, say, or musket wads fluttering in a desperate fight.
"I wish I was back there among the mountains again," he told the little neighbor girl Agnes. "You can see so much farther in that country."