I was persuaded now that I was destined to lead a life on the Plains.

As a good horse is not very apt to jump over a bank, if left to guide himself, I let mine pick his own way.

I felt only as a man can feel who is roaming over the prairies of the far West, well armed, and mounted on a fleet and gallant steed.

I could never resist the call of the trail.

I was persuaded now that I was destined to lead a life on the Plains.

The first trip of the Pony Express was made in ten days - an average of two hundred miles a day. But we soon began stretching our riders and making better time.

The greatest of all the Sioux in my time, or in any time for that matter, was that wonderful old fighting man, Sitting Bull, whose life will some day be written by a historian who can really give him his due.