I could never resist the call of the trail.

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.

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.

Frontiersmen good and bad, gunmen as well as inspired prophets of the future, have been my camp companions. Thus, I know the country of which I am about to write as few men now living have known it.

After crossing the Smoky Hill River, I felt comparatively safe as this was the last stream I had to cross.

Washington newspaper men know everything.

We got more provisions for our whiskey than the same money, which we paid for the liquor, would have bought; so after all it proved a very profitable investment.