You
walk into your living room, bored.
“There’s
nothing to do here.” You say aloud to no one. No one can even hear you; you’re
alone in your house. You look around as if hoping that something interesting
will simply pop up. Your eyes light upon the TV remote. You reach out your arm
to grab it, quickly clicking the button to activate the device. After surfing
through a few channels and finding nothing good to watch you decide on the
history channel.
“At
least if it’s boring it’ll put me to sleep.” You explain aloud. There is still
no one who can hear you but you continue to speak anyway. Then you turn to the
TV as it begins a documentary on the Pony Express.
Remember a time in
the years before the Civil War. No cars. No planes. Railroads only beginning to be built. People are rapidly moving west in
hopes of a better life. If you knew some of these westward travelers surely
you’d like to be able to keep in contact with them.
“Well
duh.” You say to the TV, as if the narrator can hear you. The narrator
continues because of course he hasn’t heard you.
You would try
telegraph but lines were still being built to connect the east and west. You
could send your mail by boat or stagecoach but going that way would take twenty
days simply for it to be delivered. However there is one more option. The Pony
Express. An 1,800 mile[1] trek from St. Joseph, Missouri to Sacramento,
California[2] that would cut the delivery time in half.
You
widen your eyes in an exaggerated display of surprise.
“Ten
days? Wow if that wasn’t so lame I’d be impressed.” Still the narrator doesn’t
hear you and so continues.
But this marvel is
not without cost. At its inception in 1860[3] the Pony Express employed a total
of 75 men and owned 600 horses[4]. Every one of these were needed to provide
such a speedy service. In order to move as quickly as possible riders had to change
horses ever ten to fifteen miles[5] and riders passed off the mail about every
sixty miles[6]. And there was trouble on the road. Many times the riders had to
pass through the territory of hostile Indians.
“Native
Americans.” you grumble. You’ve always be a stickler for proper names. But once
again the narrator ignores you and continues.
This service
continued through good weather and bad. And there are tales of men traveling
over 300 miles without even stopping for food.
“Now
that is impressive.” you concede.
Because of their
dangerous job these men had to be very skilled, both in horsemanship and in
knowledge of the Indians.
“Native
Americans.” you correct a bit louder this time.
They also had
salaries of $100-$150[7] to compensate them for the dangerous occupation. Now
this may have been a successful business if not for two things. First the
average cost to mail a parcel by Pony Express was $5 per half ounce[8], not
enough to pay all of the riders. And the other was the transcontinental
telegraph. This was a set of telegraph wires stretching about 2,000 miles,
connecting the east and west coasts. This made the Pony Express obsolete as the
wires could send messages nearly instantaneously.
As
the program ends you realize you’ve been transfixed for a full hour.
“Never
expected horses and mail to be this interesting.” even when you are alone you
continue to feign disinterest. Slowly you stand, stretch, and decide to take a
short trip to the local library to see if you can find any books on this Pony
Express.
[1] (Fact Monster)
[2] (National Park Service)
[3] (National Park Service)
[4] (San Francisco News Letter)
[5] (Fact Monster)
[6] (San Francisco News Letter)
[7] (Noonan)
[8] (Noonan)
Bibliography
Fact Monster.
"pony express." n.d. Fact Monster.
Article. 27 Feburary 2013.
National Park
Service. "Pony Express History & Culture." 25 Feburary 2013. National Park Service. Article. 27 Feburary
2013.
Noonan, John.
"On This Day: First Transcontinental Telegraph Ends Run of Pony
Express." 24 October 2011. findingDulcinea.
Article. 27 Feburary 2013.
San Francisco News
Letter. "The Virtual Mueseum of the City of San Fransisco." September
1925. When the Pony Express was in Vogue.
News Article. 27 Feburary 2013.
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