And in fact, I might have never been relevant to begin with—even way back in Mount Pleasant, Iowa, when we only had one damn bus.
We see the houses upon the summit, and from the Mount Pleasant House the little cluster of roofs at the base.
Mount Pleasant, his sole possession, had already been settled on his wife.
So he agreed to go down to Mount Pleasant and look about him.
At Mount Pleasant the middle and lower panels were of the same size.
The young poet now retired to Mount Pleasant, where doubtless he quietly remained until the autumn of the following year.
Through the advice of his father, he attended Mount Pleasant Academy.
The little family at Mount Pleasant could not subsist alone on letters and poems, however brilliant.
The next evening he preached in the church at Mount Pleasant.
It was a young man named Cook, one of the new- 302 - settlers to the east of Mount Pleasant.