. Echoes from the Rocky Mountains : reminiscences and thrilling incidents of the romantic and golden age of the great West, with a graphic account of its discovery, settlement, and grand development . , and the racecontinued like the wind. Fresh horses, with riders booted and spurred,instantly took the place of the worn and jaded. Still the race wasnot without its mishaps. Four hours were lost in a snow canon by abewildered boy rider, who wandered aimlessly seeking the road. Sud-denly coming upon its trace, with all the energy of despair, he againstarted upon the course, striving madly to make
. Echoes from the Rocky Mountains : reminiscences and thrilling incidents of the romantic and golden age of the great West, with a graphic account of its discovery, settlement, and grand development . , and the racecontinued like the wind. Fresh horses, with riders booted and spurred,instantly took the place of the worn and jaded. Still the race wasnot without its mishaps. Four hours were lost in a snow canon by abewildered boy rider, who wandered aimlessly seeking the road. Sud-denly coming upon its trace, with all the energy of despair, he againstarted upon the course, striving madly to make up the lost horse and rider went down while crossing the Platte horse was drowned, but the rider, seizing the mail-sack, swamsafely ashore, and ran on foot to the next station, where his relief,in waiting, again took up the race, as with a lost thread. And all this time, with anxious hearts aboard to learn the resultof the great contest, the glowing mail-steamers were plowing theirway through the waves of the Atlantic and Pacific. Two oceanswere under conquest to contribute their aid to the will of man. Onthe land, pony and rider maintained their ceaseless speed through. foR J^ PONY EXPRESS RACE FROM ST. JOSEPH, MO., TO SACRAMENTO, CAL. 43 ECHOES FROM THE ROCKY MOUNTAINS. 45 storm and sunshine, through daylight and darkness, through mountaincanon, across swollen streams and over trackless wastes of parchedand burnt alkali deserts; onward they flew, and still onward, untilthe broad continent was nearly spanned. The first part of the race had been well nigh lost. Salt Lake hadbeen reached, but not in ten days. They were a few hours over goal, however, was Sacramento, and $50,000 hung in the balanceon the next five days. Would this brave effort to annihilate spacewin the goal ? An hour, yea, a minute late, and the wager would belost. Would the time lost in the turbid stream, and by the bewil-dered boy-rider in the deep snows of the canon lose t
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