Alden the Pony Express rider : $b or, Racing for lifeEllis, Edward Sylvester
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Alden the Pony Express rider : $b or, Racing for life
Ellis, Edward Sylvester
Pony express -- Juvenile fiction
“What’s the use, Dick?” asked Alden. “Why not take things easier? But
to do that would be to rob you of your enjoyment. Helloa! there’s
something new!”
He was coursing over the undulating ground, when his gaze rested on
a building half a mile away and in the line of Dick’s run. It was a
low, flat structure of logs, such as is often seen on the frontier. At
the rear was a covered inclosure and from the rough, stone chimney,
built at one end on the outside of the main building, rose a spiral of
smoke――proof that the cabin had occupants.
“It’s the station!” exclaimed the rider the next moment. He observed
three men standing in front, with a saddled horse near them. Evidently
they were watching his approach.
It was the rule among Pony Express Riders that upon arriving within a
half mile of a station, they should proclaim the fact by giving the
“coyote yell.” This was notice to their friends to have a fresh horse
ready, for it must be borne in mind that the minutes were precious. As
the panting animal dashed up, his rider sprang from the saddle before
he had fairly halted and ready hands helped secure it to the back of
the waiting horse. The messenger leaped like an acrobat into place,
caught up the reins, touched with his spurs the flanks of the animal,
which instantly responded with a bound, and was off on a headlong run.
Often the rider snatched up the lunch that was waiting him, and ate
while his horse was going at top speed. He shouted back to his cheering
friends, with whom he had exchanged a few hurried words and the next
minute was beyond hearing.
Such was the rule while the rider was making his run. Generally the
stations were twelve or fifteen miles apart, and the ride of a one
man was thirty or forty miles. This compelled two changes such as
described, after starting on his furious race. At the end of his
“stunt,” the new man, freshly mounted was awaiting him. The pause after
the arrival of the courier was just long enough for the saddle and mail
pouches to be transferred, when the relief sped away for the next
station, and if all went well, completed his task in schedule time.
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