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The Pony Express

Arthur Chapman

The eddies swirl in the treacherous ford,
And the clouds gather dark ahead.
And over the plain, where the sunlight poured,
Scarce a gleam does the pale moon shed.

The pony drinks, but with gasp and sob,
And wan is the man at its side;
The way has been long, past butte and knob,
And still he must ride and ride.

Now the cinch is drawn and the plunge is made,
And the bank of the stream is gained;
Eyes study the darkness, unafraid,
And ne’er is the good horse reined.

And the hoof-beats die on the prairie vast,
To the lone wolf’s answering wail—
Thus the ghost of the Pony Express goes past
On the grass-grown Overland Trail.

Did You Know?

The Pony Express was an American express mail service that operated from April 3, 1860 to October 26, 1861.

The Pony Express sought out young men of integrity who were around the age of twenty, weighed about 125 pounds, and who were capable of handling the grueling rides required of them. Once a rider was accepted, he was given a Bible and required to sign Alexander Major's frontier pledge of loyalty, honesty, and sobriety.

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