Our country in story . ion we dash up to a ridersitting ready in his saddle,and hastily deliver to himour mail bag. Away he flieslike a bird on the wing, torepeat what we have done. Thus the pony expressbore the mail—only letters,at five dollars per half-ounce—from St. Joseph, Missouri,to Sacramento, California, inten days. By day and bynight; in sunshine and in rain; in cold and in heat; overprairies and deserts and mountains, the brave, tirelessmail carriers made their perilous rides. Not one of thembut could tell of Indian attacks, of great hardships, andof hairbreadth escapes, while more t
Our country in story . ion we dash up to a ridersitting ready in his saddle,and hastily deliver to himour mail bag. Away he flieslike a bird on the wing, torepeat what we have done. Thus the pony expressbore the mail—only letters,at five dollars per half-ounce—from St. Joseph, Missouri,to Sacramento, California, inten days. By day and bynight; in sunshine and in rain; in cold and in heat; overprairies and deserts and mountains, the brave, tirelessmail carriers made their perilous rides. Not one of thembut could tell of Indian attacks, of great hardships, andof hairbreadth escapes, while more than a few perishedmiserably on the way. Famous among the pony express riders was William , known the country over as Buffalo Bill. He oncemade a continuous ride of three hundred and eighty-fourmiles without stopping, except for meals and to changehorses. It is interesting to know that Colonel Cody, whodied but recently (January, 1917), was received into theCatholic Church on his deathbed. His remains were en-. COLONEL WILLIAM F. CODY 324 OUR COUNTRY IN STORY tombed on the summit of Lookout Mountain, near Cody,Wyoming. Here, high above the plains on which thebuffalo once roamed in countless thousands, on whichthe wild whoop of the Indians once disturbed the silenceof the wilderness, and over which prairie schooners oncerocked their weary way in long processions, rests ColonelWilliam F. Cody. With this famous man the last reminderof the wild and woolly West has passed away. But only a few years after the establishment of thepony express, in the autumn of 1861, the people of theEast and West one day found themselves watching invain for the coming of the pony express. Shall we haveno more fast mails from the farthest end of our country ?Who will carry our letters for us? Send your messages by wire, said a man in a clickingtelegraph station. Yes, a telegraph line had been stretchedacross the continent, and all important news was flashedover this line. Now and then a band o
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